Noctisardor Bypass now i'm wandering around, wandering without a clue

She offered up her name and the name of the pack fairly readily. Laurel of Rivenwood, Tambourine mused. Sounds like the main character in a fairy tale or something. His lips twitched. She'd grown up nearby too and wanted to know his details.

"I can't remember the name of the territory—except for The Crook, this cave we all used—but the pack was called Marauder's Keep. I lived there until the pack pulled a Roanoke one day. My best friend, Silas, and I were left behind. Fortunately for us, someone swung by and scooped us. I never stayed in one place for long after that, though."

His eyes traversed her face, looking for any signs of recognition. Were any of those names familiar to her? "What about you?" he queried.