Bearclaw Valley and he sings to me real low

thorn recognized the name, and did not hide it -- but the she-wolf's summation of the dark male surprised even the eyjolfur. he had spent no time with redshank beyond what was usual of a fairly close pack, and truly, could not reconcile treason's image with the man he had seen foraging along diaspora.

he shrugged and pushed his surprise aside -- perhaps she had met him young -- perhaps she was wrong -- perhapse, even, he was wrong. either way, he would certainly share what he had learned with stigmata. "that's unfortunate." he offered quietly, knowing she might not care for his response. he would make it up to her by humoring her question with full transparency.

"yes, diaspora.  lead by stigmata. for now, we are at arrow lake."