Neverwinter Forest a thousand rubies, sometimes more

Kaskara smirked at his name, though not because she found it funny. She was amused at the length, and the fact that he simply went by "Goldhawk" most of the time. "Nice to meet you, Goldhawk." Then he pounced into his next sentence while they walked, reinforcing any weak scent markers as they went, as they patrolled the area. Kaskara liked Goldhawk immediately, like her brother; there was something about him that was different, true, but also quite welcoming. He spoke his mind and was unafraid of other's opinions of him. Kas liked that. "Kieran is right, you know. We don't know much about these mountaineers."

She wasn't sure what he knew about their past, but she decided she'd give him a briefing. "Before we moved back to these wilds a few weeks ago, we lived in another valley, far away." They prowled along, and between her words, Kas sniffed at the borders. No trace of outsiders. Good. "Before that, we lived in a grove on the other side of the wilds, and before that on a mountain up north." Whatever he knew, Kaskara was happy to broaden his knowledge. She didn't know him well, but she had a feeling he would be sticking around. "I've never met any of these mountain wolves. I hope they know we're not a family to mess with."