Heron Lake Plateau count me in unnanounced.

Knowing neither of them knew what the menacing wolf was talking about helped him not feel so glaringly misplaced. Marginally so, at least. Silas would take whatever he could get, although swiftly felt his mistrust looking to brew the more he understood. He had only barely separated himself from the Glade, and already, this was sounding an awful lot like another wolf looking to abduct him into a cause--even without a whole lot of prefacing. Fresh of the face of two failed instances of packhood and wolves that had been his comrades, the dark Ostrega seemed to tend towards wariness first of all. "But you don't even know anything about us...?" he asked, punctuating his words with a squint and nervous lick. Why would he want them? Or maybe why should they care? He hoped that his confusion would be obvious enough and that hopefully, pale-coated fellow might have a neater approach to this in mind.