Heron Lake Plateau count me in unnanounced.

Grievous knew well that the wolves of the south were unfamiliar with his tongue, but it didn't stop him from using his first brand of wolfspeak in the hopes that he wouldn't have to change it. Unfortunately, he was faced now by two true southerners; and though the snowdrift male's appearance suggested a northern heritage, he had not come from what Grievous considered the True North. Nevertheless, he didn't falter in his interest.

Bluntly, then, he said, eyes leaping between the dark yearling and the pale renegade as he continued. I've come to offer up a family, and a legacy in exchange for thy support. A secluded corner of these lands, near the sea and mountains and rivers -- a potential haven -- has drawn my attention as a place to thrive peacefully and I need others to make it so.