Honeyed Pasture Eight seconds left in overdrive

"That's a shame," Osprey sighed, pretending to examine the boy's skinny form from head to toes and then nodding as if agreeing with something. "I see, what your father meant." She considered asking the fellow to come back, when he was going to be a bit chubbier, but since cannibalism was a real thing among some wolves, she did not want to scare him off because of inappropriate jokes. 

"Silvertip mountain - never heard about that one," the only two packs she knew outside Donnelaith was the Caldera and the pack Burke came from. Oh - and Moonspear, where Charon lived. All three were far away and it was a bit silly that she didn't know any of the more immediate neighbours. "So - you want me to tell all of the secrets, where we hunt and hide our treasures?" she tilted her head to the side. "Let's make it fair - for each bit of information I tell you, you have to reveal something of equal value about your pack."