Frogspawn Swamp thousands of years, an eternity, without changing

South. He could vaguely catalogue that, at best, and resisted the urge to let his sights wander that way. It seemed right to want to know more, from when he had packs to concern himself with, and interests to maintain for some greater good. The precise location of a pack such as his could have been useful information to his parents, if they did not know already.. but that was now nothing but a dead end; a ruined mountainside could not care less.

Mostly. No pack, anymore. he shook his head softly, not wanting to out Vallkyrie as his primary company, not when he didn't completely trust the southern pack, or the coywolf he would be telling directly. You got out before it got worse, he remarked, if he was remembering the timing right. The bear that demolished so many had once been the worst thing he could fathom happening, and yet.. So what else is south of here? Are there other packs? he asked Charles, aiming for some sense of a neutral interest; he was a scout after all, and these were new avenues to map potentially.