Stavanger Bay Grace, too

This fellow- who had to be only a year or so younger than Jackalope- was certainly bristly. Jackalope had a few siblings who were still the very same in nature, despite having had another year to outgrow teenage spite. Regardless, he simply nodded to the male's response, and lifted one side of his lips, as if to smile- though with his exposed canines, it might've looked a bit more like a grimace. "That's true." He said. 

He was surprised, then, when the male didn't seem to know the name of the other packs he'd mentioned. So Jackalope cleared his throat and reiterated. "Rusalka and Drageda," He said, gesturing in the direction of the two packs. "They're not too far from here- or they were, the last time I wandered through. Perhaps they have disbanded, or killed each other off by now. It seemed as though they were at odds with one another at that point." He said. He surprised himself, having offered information rather than receiving it. He didn't mind, though- and he hoped that it might help to smoothe out the bitter male's attitude...Give him something to take back to his pack, and make him useful.  "How long as Stormrift been established?" He asked.