Firefly Ravine a seven nation army couldn't hold me back

The name of the pack rings a bell of something familiar and it takes a few seconds for her to remember why. Her brows knit in thought, committing the rest of the information to memory before she retreats back to the beginning. She hasn’t met anyone from the pack, Stark being her first, but there’s a sliver of knowledge she can’t unlock. Brushing it off, at least for the moment, is all she can do when she wants to sort through the hazy memory.

“They gave us a little trouble, months ago, but beyond that nothing else,” she explains. She never saw the leaders again but she had met a member or two, neither of them entirely unpleasant but she hasn’t seen either of them in a long time. “Thank you. For the information,” she adds just as it clicks. Valette. The scout a few weeks ago that stopped by mentioned the name and nothing else.