Big Salmon Lake i think god is moving it's tongue,

Needle fought the natural urge to shrink back when the wolf turned to face her. He was a watchtower of a man, all earth and stone and scar. His bloody, scarlet stare unsettled her the most, although this was somewhat alleviated, as his funny accent did much to renew her Inquisitor’s resolve.

Still, she kept a sensible distance.

I don’t need anyone to take care of me, she scoffed, tail stiffening to arc defiantly over her scrawny back. Small for her age, it was easy to mistake her for a younger wolf, but those snakebite eyes of hers would tell a different tale under more scrutiny.

Just tell me what your idiota pack’s done with Stark. Did you mongrels eat him?