Larksong Grotto blame it on the time

He changes before her, or at least his expression does. It flickers between different emotions, but is muddy in her view. She is unsure of him. Still, he could pose to be an ally — so Tavi, inexperienced as she was at the helm of a pack, gives him what he asks. This is the Larksong Grotto. My grotto. Adding that little tidbit on the end felt false. Her tone didn't weaken though, intent on behaving as lordly as she could given her injury and lack of faith in the situation. Maybe she could impress this fellow wolf and add to their ranks. Or, and she felt this more strongly, she could scare off a potential enemy.

If you head east you'll find the glacier lands, and there is a pack there upon the Sleeping Dragon mountain. Tavi swallowed, thinking of the dragon wolves and the dangers they posed for the grotto — at least until someone confronted them about this new claim. The woman was worried about how everything would work out, but she couldn't show weakness at the moment, not if she wanted to be successful. And to the south is the Maplewood, which is controlled by another group. It didn't occur to Tavi until now that maybe these established packs would sound more appealing to the wanderer.

Believing she might have shared too much, it was time for Tavi to seek answers of her own. She shifted her weight, but kept her eyes upon the stranger. Are you looking for something? A home? She wanted to add, but her throat hurt from so much speaking already.