Twisted Slough twisted streets

As he spoke, the brown woman freed herself - so much for being a hero - and Alder offered a smile; he didn't notice her own body language, and they were too far from his lands for him to care. Her greeting prompted a wag of his tail, and before he said a word she was asking him if he knew his way around. 

                   "The Coast is to the North - I rule Royal Fire Court to the South, in Golden Glade. There are a couple other packs aorund there - anything in particular you're lookin' for?"

The smells of the muck overpowered Eshamun, and his narrowed gaze was focused on the stranger before him - he was ready to take the oppurtunity to try and recruit, to make a friend, to add skills to his family.