Hushed Willows everyone wants the same thing

As he came upon the stranger Kigipigak slowed, stopped, and stared. He was checking the stranger for anomalies: how healthy they were, reading their posture, the usual. It did not take long before Kigipigak noticed the slow affect the stranger adopted when returning the gesture; a scarred face and misted eye marked one half of their face. Aside from that they looked healthy. Kigipigak wondered if this could be a recruit for the Watch—but did not mention them yet, preferring to wait and learn more.

Do you know the name of this realm? The man asked.
No, Kigipigak remarked as he began to look around; he knew only that it was once home to some merry band of wolves, but he had not met any of them and did not think it important to note. Except he recalled what the sad woman had said to Stjornuati—It was once home to some gay faeries from what I've gathered, but it is empty now.

For Kigipigak, who did not know what gay meant or what a faerie was, it seemed like an odd description; perhaps this stranger would glean some understanding from the comment. A moment later he adds, I come from further up the mountain.