Mudminnow River where alph, the sacred river ran

Not even going to try then? She sounded almost disappointed that she didn't have a chance to see another possible failure, but it was not a particularly emotional statement either.  Like it would have amused her, but it really wasn't much of a loss.  The other woman already looked as though she'd failed at least once, if not more.

It seemed like perhaps the other maybe had a few compatriots as well?  Eh.  Maybe.  Not a scent grouping she was familiar with, so whether it was a new pack or just a group of rogues, who knew.  Her words were phrased in a way she kind of appreciated, but at the same time, far more wordy than Treason herself would have shared with a stranger.  She was just not the most chatty wolf, all around.  Treason.  Of -- there was a slight pause as she started to say Sunspire and had to correct herself in advance, Lost Creek Hollow.  She didn't give her rank or any other information, instead inquiring in her typically blunt way. Who are you?