Frostfire Ridge drowning in the crowd

Soon. Not noncommittal answer, but Warbone was not a wolf overly concerned with details. He nodded once, good enough, and then thought to ask only one more relevant question before he would leave the soot-bound male to his own devices. "And by what name does she know you by?" He figured— in the language they use, whatever it was called— that his name might be different from the title by which she knew him. Just as they referred to her as Heda, he could be something like that too. His own name wasn't a secret, and he was honest to anyone who thought to ask (which was rare in itself), but he introduced himself as Warbone anyway, which had a similar context behind it as the term they used for superiority.

The copper wolf canted his head lightly.