Whitefish River Take You to the Grave, I'll Ghost

It was very lame how little he knew of the local packs, and that was just it. He didn't travel much at all. It was simply too dangerous for him to do so alone, and to drag someone around with him to be his nose sounded far too selfish. It wasn't like he would never do such a thing, but his goal was to do it as little as possible and only when necessary. I do. He nodded at her question, a little piece of pride bubbling up thinking that he had something good to share with this stranger, maybe something of use and helpful to pass along.

Now Hiero wasn't the type to pinpoint someone as suspicious for no good reason and to withhold something like Easthollow's location while she was, to him, earnestly looking for a friend, didn't seem right. Easthollow was a strong pack as far as he was concerned, fearless members ready to protect their own and so, he had no apprehension in sharing where they were to this woman. Of course, if you head East from here and head South a day after you pass the mountains, they are a bout a week's travel South.