Seaside Moors Panic on the brain

Turning as his name was called out just to see Nieve approaching, he calmly gazed at the quickly growing young lady - who should probably be done growing by now he assumed - and offered a nod to accept her request in talking. Of course. But to be certain, he voiced it and patiently waited to hear what the little lady had to talk about. So much had been going on within the lands, so many rounded bellies, old faces going, new ones joining. What could she want with him of all the other wolves within the borders? He was curious to hear more...