Ghost Lion Crag Just a groove.

Sorry for the wait!

The regent? That sounded impressive. Having never met one before, Asa didn't know how to approach further conversation - but it wasn't too pressing, as the dark woman continued without issue. She mentioned someone named Samantha and he shook his head, opening his mouth to say no — right as a presence swept in to his periphery. The newcomer was large, dark, and full of confidence; they came up behind him quickly and he bristled a bit, turning to face the wolf with the threatening aura.

This second wolf introduced herself; it meant little to him. Asa looked between the women and noticed that the regent was unaffected, so he took her nonchalance as a cue to relax a little bit. With three healthy wolves in one space, even if there was a cougar they could make short work of it.

Asa Morgan, he finally manages to say, peering between them both. And I don't know any Samantha.