Sleepy Fox Hollow you know sir, if you ever lose your way

It was a pretty name. Delicate and cute, befitting of the wolf it belonged to. Imrathil had lost his way, apparently abandoned by whomever he was traveling with. Cyclone frowned, wondering what would possess somebody to do that. Then again, she had abandoned countless packs... she was more of a hypocrite than she would (hopefully) ever let on.

Sort of, she replied, I'm gathering recruits to form a pack. Cyclone paused, looking him over again. She let those words sink in, allowing him to comprehend them and hopefully take the bait.