Blackfeather Woods Fiodh

Anselm, the silver man echoed, nodding once.

The boy looked a bit sullen. Kinloch wondered if he had spoiled the young wolf's attempt at stalking. It hadn't been his intention. If he could, he would make it up to Anselm.

The question mentioned a pack to the east. His ears swiveled toward it and then stood perked. It would be beneficial to stop at their borders, to see what kind of wolves had claimed that land. There was a good chance that he could learn more about the surrounding areas.

I am apart of no pack. Not yet, anyway. A smile was offered, followed by a wave of Kinloch's tail. Maybe you could tell me more about this area.