Neverwinter Forest Chianti

"Well, stubborness has truly paid off for you," Wraen said, admiring Mal for sticking around so long and achieving his goal despite the odds. At that time Moonspear had been giving him troubles and, if that pack had not intimidated him to be out and far, far away, then he probably stood very good chances of being here for a very long time to come still. 

"Thank you for your offer! It is nice to know that I have good acquaintances around here," she dipped her muzzle politely to show her gratitude. Then smiled at him broadly. "Well, we stayed in sentinels for a month or so and aside from a group of young wolves that wished to establish home there, I did not meet anyone that would give me trouble," she thought a bit more on the subject, but up until now... no, nothing of importance. 

"Are there gangs to watch out for around here? I have not been in the flatlands for a while, understandably situation may have changed in my absence," she asked.