Wild Berry Meadow if that is what you need

the other woman replies back in common; unsurprising to the commander who has grown up here and knows very few speak trigedasleng within these wilds. still, there is a very pigheaded side of her that entirely refuses to bow to the most common language shared between the wolves here. trigedasleng is just as much apart of her as her heart is. to be fair, the wilds are very vast. praimfaya points out with soft amusement dancing upon her lips and lacing in her tone ...and the most remarkable thing about praimfaya's appearance was the smudges of black beneath her eyes and now, she supposes, the kill marks on her left shoulder. aside from that, there are plenty of pale wolves ranging from her platinum silver to swandown white.

yes, praimfaya supplies her response within its simplest form. are you? the commander inquires, figuring it is only fair that the question be returned.