Otter Creek I’m a wandering soul, Traveling a well worn road

So, there were more packs around. That was good to know, but she didn’t know where they were from. She simply nodded as he told her about the nearest locations, but then spoke: “Ya know, I’ve met Anselm before. Just briefly back a month or so ago when I first arrived here in the wilds. We never spoke, as I saw him from the bushes. He was bullied off a kill by some loner.” She explained a little bit of her situation, since she felt comfortable with Etienne. And being Anselm’s packmate, it seemed fit. 

By comfortable, I mean not threatened. ;)