Blackbeak Bluff a riot of stars shaken from their station

It is not the first time she has been asked this question but she takes a moment to answer, considering how much information she wishes to give out. It does not hurt much to speak of longevity but is her new companion seeking small, idle chit-chat or is there something more? One ear twitches and she shrugs. “On the cliffs, a moon or so,” she says and licks her lips. “But we do not just reside on the cliffs. There are two other packs further north that our commander leads. Our culture, our language. What of you? Where do you come from?”