Lion Head Mesa I am all that I need

A grizzled soldier of a man appeared with a sharp glint in his yellowed eyes. Foxfur regarded him the way a warrior did, carefully. The figure of the man was powerful and athletic. He looked to be a capable fighter, if nothing more. As he had appeared, the figure called Jawahir had greeted him, implying that this would be one of the wolves who might know of the wolves Foxfur searched for.

Greetings, I am called Foxfur and I had come searching for young children. Jawahir explained that there are no children in Akashingo, the warrior explained carefully, his voice rough. I asked then if Jawahir had seen a member of my clan. A prince by the name of Crowfeather. He has run away from home and I have been tasked with finding him. There was, at least, some more context to why a stranger stood upon the mesa.

Have you seen or heard of him? Or any lost children, under a year.

Foxfur waited stiffly.