Emberwood am i bleeding from the storm?

Ali folded slightly under Delight's gaze, at his noise of sympathy; the boy's eyes averted for a moment as he adjusted the mask he used clumsily to hide his pain. He didn't want to answer the question the followed. It was too painful, and pointless anyway-- he'd never find Lennon, he knew.
He's tall, Came the reluctantly murmured answer. His voice trembled only a little, and he was briefly proud of the fact. Dark and handsome. Lennon.
The moment of vulnerability, however slight, passed quickly. He would not wear his grief for the other boy to see, not for long. Suddenly self-conscious, he reminded himself it was also rather unbecoming. The thought frazzled him enough that he didn't question the desire to impress Delight.
Well, he was doing a poor job of it either way.
Some wolves down south in the valley instigated it, I think. I met a wolf from the Morningside pack; I believe the pack fled the valley because of the southern wolves and the war. He mentioned Caldera wolves too, and a place called Moonspear. I don't know which side either was on. The boy explained, undeniably pleased that Delight was interested in the information. My group left the valley for the same reason. We had our own issues on this side of the mountain, though. Wolves around here seem... hostile. To put it lightly. Well-- not all of them.
He paused. The only option for us was to go east. We found Morningside there, too, and safe.