Gyrfalcon's Keep surrender, but don't give yourself away

Eastwood sounded more like a place than a name, but Moorhen didn't argue with the man. He probably knew better than her, after all. Drageda seemed like a better name, though. She wondered what it meant but didn't have the confidence to ask.

"Moorhen," she replied with a little flutter of her tail. "From Undersea. Islann."

Drageda certainly smelled strong; they seemed at least twice as big as Undersea, so she kept her mouth shut about their exact location. Eastwood seemed nice and all, but she still didn't quite trust him. Which is why she remained standing even when he sat, wanting to be ready to retaliate - just in case. "Are you explore now?" she asked, curious now about why the other wolf was out this way.