Gyrfalcon's Keep do small things in a great way

It was a bit odd to see Merlin stop and reflect on his experience with the group before answering. Some part of him still believed that this was Elfie- and that maybe he was making things up so that he could get away with living whatever new life it was that he had found. He tried not to put too much stock in that idea, as it was little more than a conspiracy. There was definitely a chance that this guy wasn't Elfie at all; after all, it had been so long since he'd seen his former packmate that it was quite possible he'd matured to look very little like this at all. Still...The nagging suspicion existed, though he tried not to let it get in the way. 

"Sounds like it," He said. He couldn't imagine living with just a bunch of males; he expected things probably went of the rails more than a few times with regards to who was the top dog. Merlin didn't look as though he'd been roughed up a tonne, though; if anything, Bronco likely looked more like a wolf who'd lived in a bachelor pack growing up, settling disputes with physical fights. But when Merlin mentioned two names, belonging to the leaders of the pack he was in now, his ears pricked. 

"So you're at...what's it called...It was Rusalka, a while back," He said, trying to conjure the name of the pack. He had little personal experience with that band of wolves, aside from the stories he'd heard from his mother which he figured were best left unmentioned given the amount of tension that had existed between his mother and those two women. "But yeah- I haven't met them in person- but they found my little sister and took care of her when she went missing during the flood last year," He said with a soft smile.