Fox's Glade Warspeak

The woman looked flummoxed; as she had every right to be. She had once been sought out and hunted by an entire pack of wolves that had spent over a month dedicated to that one task. Ameline looked at her now and saw a wolf who was not quick to trust, one who might have every reason to suspect that this was a trick. Fortunately, she seemed inclined to take a chance, and accept the unexpected. 

"Ameline Bearclaw," She said. "Yuh with, uh....Thwiftcurrent now, huh?" She asked. Ancelin had been there, and had returned with the pack's scent for her to learn. "My huthband wath there a little while ago- met Akavir an' Eshe," She explained. It'd been uncomfortable, according to Ancelin, because the pair had known something of the Valley's history- but history was something that she felt could be left behind.