Dawnlark Plains you can call upon this family, you can call upon this day

Wraen stopped, keeping a polite number of yards between them, and smiled at him. At a first glance the fellow looked just like every other dark pelted wolf she had met in her life (with an exception of Terance, whose features would be forever distinguished and who would never belong to this grey, no, black crowd), but some time in the conversation she began to notice little details that set this guy apart from the rest. 

"Have you by any chance been familiar with Morningside family?" she asked, beckoning in the direction of Phoenix Maplewood, where she had met them last. "They resided in the vicinity few weeks back, but now it seems that they have abandoned their steading and moved elsewhere. I had a friend living there and wonder, if you know, where they might have gone?"