Lake Rodney Sugar in the creek

Upon hearing her words, the dark figure shrunk slightly. Crowfeather did not wonder if she was ill, only that she might have been seeking to lure him into the brush and take him down. Germanicus would have thought the concept silly and so Crowfeather steeled himself and tiptoed toward the woman in the shade. 

Oh, you smell like the Redhawk Caldera, the slight figure whispered to her when he had drawn closer. The dark wolf’s snout was lowered toward the ground, respectful and unassuming. The pale yellow of his eyes searched her features in wonder. 

We met Ruenna. In hopes that this would clarify how he knew of their pack.