Shadowwyn Moor Slow down, you're doing fine

For now?
Ameline felt lightly confused by the wolf’s wording, which could mean either that she seemed to want to leave the pack, or that the pack might be moving on. She tried not to show her confusion, though, and merely nodded, with a light chuff. At least she got a name for the pack.

I’m Ameline, of Bearclaw Valley, She said, gesturing to the ridge of trees that sat perched in the distance, along the edge of the sunken valley. You been huntin’ a lot, awful close to our home. She said, in her voice a cool warning. Thaatt-thine plannin’ on thettlin’ down here, or will y’all be moving’ on thoon?