Northstar Vale after many miles

Grandson. Disa snuck a closer look at Easy's face when the larger wolf slipped past, but there was nothing that particularly screamed elder - only a serene confidence that the younger wolf assumed came with time served. Six, maybe seven winters?

"Disa" she replied, and followed, walking a little faster than Easy to keep up. "Are your son and grandson good wolves?" Whatever that meant. If they were starting a pack, it was worth getting some information from the literal source.