Dawnlark Plains I get it cracking like a bad back

Huh, remarked Fiadh, who thought it rather strange that someone in this region hadn't heard of Redhawks. Maybe she was just ascribing more fame and popularity to her home pack than was deserved. She supposed they had gone a far distance from any neighbours. Maybe distance was all it took for such a long-standing dynasty to fade into obscurity.

I think there's always some grumpy wolves in every pack, Fiadh laughed, thinking of Quixote. She didn't like him very much, found him to be a total stick in the mud, but it was a fond thought nonetheless. I'm glad to hear you can get along with them, she commented. Was in a pack for a hot second there that tried to fight anyone that was in the same cove as them. Place was massive too, way more space than they needed. Why do you think some are like that? Some wolves were just so uppity about their territories. Fiadh had once upon a time been an upstart who would have snarled at anyone in the vicinity of her home, but she'd grown up a lot since then, and knew there was no point fighting for land that you didn't need.