Sun Mote Copse the shrike to your glorious thorn

He was equally forthcoming with his introduction, though it elicited a blink. Wildfire automatically glanced off in that direction, then turned back to him. Was there a pack there? He didn't carry the scent of many other wolves. Perhaps he was a loner then.

Before she could ask, he mentioned his familiarity with the plateau. He said something about a "smoke-faced girl" and before Wildfire could fully process that, he guessed it was her sister. "Raven?" she said with some surprise. She didn't think her sister got out much or spent time with strangers, though maybe they'd bumped into one another near the plateau.