The Sentinels die cast memories strewn aside

A Blackthorn in them? The name had an air of familiarity to it, but he could not immediately place it, or determine where he may have known it from. Still, he pondered this in expression openly for several moments, his brow furrowing with consideration. Again, pity he didn't know more about the packs around him beyond what they were roughly comprised of at their basic level. Moonspear held at least one half of heritage, not that he had any notions about claiming it any time soon—that was a venture proved more trouble than it was worth.

”Doubtful that's any of them on the coast—they're the most mismatched when it comes to relations from what I can gather,” he answered. ”I think your best bet would be inland if you're looking for family. There's a couple of packs to the west, more to the south if you follow the river. I unfortunately cannot claim to know who they belong to, but Blackthorn is familiar; you're bound to find what you're looking for there.” And briefly, he wondered if it were nice at all to seek out family, at least ones that weren't all rotten or vague.

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