Lost Creek Hollow Took a Journey to the Unknown

He was easily put at ease when she responded; and he was acutely aware of her shifting posture, which further cemented her words as truth to him. If she was here for a visit then he presumed it was alright with his own leadership - she was an ally, or so she claimed. This would've gone smoother if someone with more experience with this area had intercepted her, but alas, she was stuck with one of the newer arrivals.

Ah, friend! My apologies, I cannae speak to the politics of the packs, I've only been livin' here fer a few days nah. His voice was boisterous and booming, filled with mirth at the prospect that this transplanted pack had already made a good impression on a rival group. That seemed promising to Riordan.

Aye, this is the Lost Creek, he confirmed, M'name be Riordan - what shall I call you --?