Hushed Willows Follow the Pale Moonlight

Celara stared at the newcomer in surprise. A small she-wolf, with mottled black and white fur. Startled as she was, it took her several seconds to process her question. "Yes. Yes, they disbanded several sun-falls- several days ago." Her speech was awkward, which hopefully wouldn't make too bad an impression on them. "The Empress and Emperer were both killed, and the heirs were too young to lead." She shut her jaws quickly before she could tell to much to what might be an enemy pack. Though, she thought, after what she had said, there wasn't much she could spill that would give them more of an advantage than what she had already told them.

"What is this pack called?" Celara repeated to the newcomer.