Frostfire Ridge drowning in the crowd

Even though Warbone's player is entirely unsure of whether or not he's heard the term before, Warbone acts like he has anyway. The wolf blinked once, his tail beginning to wave slowly in mild amusement. Her followers were coming out of the woodworks. He nodded finally, and then gestured over his shoulder. "She is alpha of the smoking mountain," he informed the stranger, free with information if only because he felt confident enough to defend it. If this wolf came with ill will towards the one he addressed as Heda, then Warbone would deal with it accordingly. "Sleeping Dragon to some. Drageda to others." His exact tone could not be identified, but he obviously held no reverence for the name.

And since he was always forthcoming, he naturally expected this of others even if it was unlikely he should receive it. So he asked, without worry for a lie: "why do you seek her?" He was quiet then, and the only move the earthy wolf had made so far was to set his paw down. He was cautious not to provoke this wolf, knowing very well his slightest movements could seem unfortunately threatening.