Fairspell Meadow November skies

Wildfire called to him again, in a name that Kjalarr had long ago shed but lost the urge to bother to correct — just as he allowed the Frostfurs to address him as “Jorunn” — figuring that his multiple name changes were annoying and confusing to everyone but him. She was introducing him to the tense male at her side, Kjalarr realized, and he tucked the name “Gavriel” back though he wasn't so sure it would be of any future use to him. Kjalarr acknowledged the male for a small second before he went back to studiously ignoring him. Since Wildfire said she was going to the Caldera, Kjalarr simply assumed that Wildfire had returned to her natal pack; and without knowing the scent of the Caldera wolves he had nothing to correct his wrong assumption. It didn't matter anyway, he told himself, it was her life and if she broke his twin's heart to go back home well that was her prerogative and it was her burden to bear.

“They seem pretty widespread to me,” He echoed (Captain Obvious & Vague to the rescue), but he could only go off of his assumptions, off of what he'd seen so far. Obviously, the Teekon Wilds were vast and without traversing them all he couldn't claim to know for sure. It was hard to imagine that this swarm was the only one, though, but perhaps he held out on the slim hope that it was. The hope that some region of the Teekon Wilds would remain untouched where the prey would migrate to when they realized that these territories were bare bones of their former glory. “From the West. Ankyra Sound was invaded by them as well.” Kjalarr told her solemnly.