Hideaway Strath I was nineteen in a white dress

He listened and frowned, his thoughts racing as he tried to remember the different packs, the different wolves. All were different. So many all around. So many rules and traditions. There were vikings, plunder, rape, pillage. Those who worshipped deities of forest and sky, who had regular sacrifices.

I have traveled all around. I have seen many things. I have seen wolves killed for not sharing the same blood. I have seen other wolves who were not of certain clans, chased, enslaved and murdered, some tortured. That is why I asked.

He blinked as he ran through what she said again. Pausing on certain information to turn it over and think on in his head.

Your clans sound a bit kinder to outsiders than most. Though still driven by their rules.