Firefly Glen you kept your vow.

YESSS!!

"Oh my gosh, that is so wonderful. Thank you so much for the information," Poe grinned broadly when the stranger confirmed she was likely on the right track. The news that the pack wasn't there was slightly a bummer, but not an entirely unexpected one. In her travels she had learned that packs like the one her mother lead that had lived in the forest for generations and generations were not exactly common. Wolves stuck together, sure, but they didn't always stay put. They followed herds, were forced out by natural disaster, or simply longed for changes of scenery. The Keep had been new when Harlyn and Mordecai had lived there, and it was apparently the rare pack that was able to hang on and become a dynasty.

It was, at least, enough of a downer that she caught onto the shift in the mood here, though. That stole her attention entirely once she spotted it. Her head tilted slightly as she looked at him and her eyes filled with concern. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, her ears falling back as she studied him and more signs of his distress began to stand out to her.