Emberwood am i bleeding from the storm?

he tucks 'bracken sanctuary' away quietly, always pleased to learn the name of another pack and to have the chance to gather a little more history. delight's never traveled the direction alarian points (well, he's barely traveled aside from the line between king elk forest and the vale). 

all too familiar with looking for someone, he makes a sympathetic sound (a sort of cluck of the tongue) and asks, "what do they look like?" in his experience aksing around doesn't do much to help find anyone, but there's always a chance, and at least he'll be able to keep a look out. 

but alarian changes the subject, bringing up something more interesting (sorry) than a missing packmate delight's probably never seen. "a war?" he asks, a little incredulously. they really were secluded if they'd somehow missed a whole war -- but oh, it must've been on the other side of the mountains. "d'you know who was involved?" he thinks to add a beat later, wondering if he's at least aware of any of the players.