Sunset Valley adventure time

Ditty's tail waved in a friendly manner, unaware that the greying wolf was feeling exactly the same way as he did. They wandered towards each other until the gap was closed, and Ditty felt at ease with this dude, who so far didn't seem to care at all that he had the features of a pesky scavenger and a whore's son (though mama'd make him wash his mouth for ever saying or even thinking such a thing, of course!). Reek was an easy enough name to remember, luckily. "Oh, y'know, I just followed this here trail," Ditty said as he looked over his shoulder, then back with a friendly grin, "And then I got here! I haven't seen many packs in the area. Seeing another wolf's sure a sight for sore eyes, Reek." Hopefully this Reek fellow didn't mind that he was instantly referring to him by his first name. Eh well, thought Ditty, if this guy was friendly, then surely there was a whole another valley out there with wolves who'd accept him just the way he was. Right?

Ever the optimistic ray of sunshine, Ditty asked, "Do you have a pack? Can you tell me 'bout some of the packs in the area?" Large ears flopped forward enthusiastically as he awaited an answer, hoping it to be positive.