Dawnlark Plains natural selection

He repeats the name of his home, and then questions him. His own brows burrow in confusion, before he shakes his head and realizes his mistake. These wolves don’t know them, he has to remind himself, and he can’t help but wonder how the others from his home would deal with this. They knew Seageda, their branches, who they were. Drageda had yet to do the same here, even with Seageda’s new empire. They were quite far from home, from wolves that didn’t believe the same thing.

“Drageda is my clan,” he clarifies, watching his expression for further non-recognition Gavriel expects, but there is little he cares to add and after an awkward moment, he departs his ways.