Big Salmon Lake I saw fireworks from the freeway

Toad nodded. Indeed, she was the oldest of the pile of wolves that had come to the Glen. Every week it seemed like there was a new face, and almost always it was some young thing running off from their pack for one reason or another. Sometimes the reasons were good, other times not.

Yeah pretty much, she answered easily to the fact that it was a pretty new pack. A refuse for the green. Yet, right after she said it, she felt she was mildly mistaken. Really, the Glen was an extension of Moonspear. It just felt like this strange pack for youths because of Toad's perspective, maybe? But then Lane mentioned some new pack, some people called 'Ivory Rose', and immediately, Toad was curious. Mostly about the part she shouldn't have cared about.

What makes them so creepy? Spooky? she asked, tail wiggling at the idea there could be some good story material behind it. As usual, she was interested for all the wrong reasons.