Silver Moraine you were one of those classic ones

"Never." He had a memory that was all too keen, especially with faces. Her's wouldn't ever be forgotten, and whether that was a blessing or a curse, it was a sin he was willing to hang onto and a gift he would forever keep in a special place.

He knew it would probably be best to discuss the details ahead of time, and thus he started the inquiries. He valued her opinion as much as his own, and perhaps it would help herself out if she felt she had a say-so, again. "What of our glade, Gwen? Do you consider others to join us? Or would you prefer time unravel something like that later to you? I don't have a problem scoping out and bringing others. But the timing you would prefer to meet them, would we begin to invest now, or take in lost souls later?"

He couldn't exactly see them thriving without a pack behind them, and he rather not bother with meddlesome newcomers. So if she came across wolves she happened to have faith it, he's be behind her in their joining.