Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

Where his name and titles were lengthy—they were gruff, as well. A stark difference to the softer words of her people, and she found herself with the vague flicker of something akin to being homesick. Still, the smile remained upon her lips, toying with the potential that lay before her.

“And where does one find a… pack?” Kingdoms—divisions—these were familiar to her. Packs were a newer concept to the yearling—particularly the small numbers of familial wolves that remained with one another. “And what is an imperator of mereo?”