Blacktail Deer Plateau I once threw beer at a swan and then it attacked my niece Rebecca

Timberlake, a man on the hunt for his family. Nieve could relate, though unlike him, she didn't put much effort into ranging far and wide in search of her missing siblings. It was touching, really, that he would go to such lengths. She wondered if he had others waiting for him elsewhere, or perhaps his siblings were trying to find him at the exact same time he was looking for them...

I'm sorry, none of those names ring a bell, she told him regretfully. If they'd ever run with Rusalka it was before her time. We're not a very big pack, I'm sure I would know them if they were here. She tapped her hocks with her tail thoughtfully, trying to reflect on if she'd ever met any wolves with similar names, but even in her travels she couldn't recall anything like Radcliffe or Meadow.

Wish I could be more help, she said. Have you come a long way looking for them?