Whitefish River Merlot

Aliana was curious too but does not doubt Wraen’s fortitude. She survived five Winters compared to her measly two— about to be three. Though whether those Winters were entirely on her own or within a Pack was up for question. Aliana won’t bug her about the details.
 
She waited for Wraen to finish replying to Orliath’s question before speaking up herself, ❝  We should warn of two problematic packs, you could or may run into if you haven’t already heard of them.  ❞ Problematic felt like a bit of an understatement...or maybe an overstatement? 

❝   There’s a pack in the Valley on the other side of the Mountains named Ursus. A vicious group. I’ve had a run-in with one of them—a Black she-wolf with purple eyes. She doesn’t talk verbally, but she will talk with her fangs.  I don’t think they travel beyond the Valley but they could and possibly have.  ❞  She hasn’t yet seen or smelt of Ursus anywhere near Kaistleoki as yet and she wished to keep it that way, ❝  And then there’s the Saints, a pack of rogues that have caused nothing but trouble with not only our Pack but other Packs in the area as well. They’ve done a lot of unsavory things that I prefer not to get into and wish not upon you or your group.  ❞