Fox's Glade near the border

Bearclaw Valley, to the south of here… Grezig thought back to her first attempt at joining a pack. That pack had been… south of here hadn’t it? Somewhere around here, right? Out of sheer curiosity, she asked, “The leader of Bearclaw Valley… is he a white wolf with red eyes? Is there anyone in that pack matching that description?” She only wanted to know so she could put a pack name to the face of the wolf who had not accepted her. Well. He hadn’t actually denied her entry, but he’d taken so long deciding her fate that she’d turned around and left without a word.

“I do not deny that yours may be a kind pack,” she said, responding to the woman’s comment about her pack being ‘pretty nice.’ “But it is generally better to avoid settling right next to another pack’s borders. In winter, two packs who were once friends might fight each other over scraps of food. I would rather avoid that.”