Hoshor Plains Smackwater jack

Well, that was a bummer. Dauntless had a feeling this fella wasn't going to be particularly helpful. Especially considering he'd just said, "Can't help you." That was a dead giveaway, right there. The Morningside wolf frowned, a little disheartened, but he wasn't about to give up just because the first wolf he'd run into wasn't River.

I'm sure of it, he replied, I smell him. Dauntless wasn't going to leave until his brother showed up. In fact, he tilted his head back and called for @Winterbourne again, ignoring the fact that this orange fella was standing right there. If he wasn't going to help, Dauntless would keep calling.