Emberwood please be quiet

Ico's heart, still thrumming from his run, sank a little at the dark stranger's response. Not because Ico did not recognise Redsand Canyon, but because the other evidently did not recognise Whitebark Stream. As spontaneous as the idea to find Germanicus at Whitebark had been, it was still a plan. Now Ico would have to devise a new one.

But in the meantime, he felt he owed this wolf honesty. Not only that, but Ico had absolutely nothing to lose... he had no reason to keep the bloody truth of Ursus from anyone.

There's a pack called Ursus, at Bearclaw Valley. It's led by... The one man who'd accepted him despite his flaws, the one leader who'd taken him in after so many had refused... Ico swallowed. A murderer. One who revels in bloodshed, and spreads it among the innocent. I couldn't call the place home any longer, I just couldn't. He looked at the gaunt male steadily. Please stay away from the Valley. It's more dangerous than anyone could imagine. Especially now that Merrick, it would seem, was raising a brood of killer children.