Redhawk Caldera strangers get born, strangers get buried

"I have not been there myself, but Frolic has - I think - and I roughly know the direction we would have to go to," Dwin explained, realizing it had been a while, since the meeting between her and Dee. There had been an organized hunt recently, but she had injured her paw a day before the event and therefore remained home, taking care of the old, weak and needy. 

"Well, their traditions are different from, what we are used to here, but it seems that it is a new fashion of sorts. If I am correct, there was one Moon-pack, when I set out last winter. And now there are... 3 more sharing the name? They sprout up like mushrooms after a good rainfall," she mused. "I am pretty certain that among many traditions they have, eating visitors is not one of them. So - if you want to go and pay a visit, I can accompany you," she suggested, guessing that this had been the actual reason, why Sylvie had sought her out.