Firefly Glen The Masquerade

As quietly as before, she nodded and the faltering grein on his face resumed once more as he gestured for her to follow him. He knew there was a difference between taing a stranger on a tour of the pack, and taking a trusted individual on a tour, so he'd make sure that they didn't stray too far from the borders or go near where some of the pack's new caches were, unless this was another (albeit much more skilled) spy from the Saints. 

What to tell her, though? He'd already mentioned Moonspear, and there really wasn't much else to the Firefly Glen history yet, given the fact that it was fairly new. He knew that when talking about a pack to a stranger, it was best to build the pack up- without exaggerations- so perhaps he would be best off if he chose to mention some of the strengths of the pack as he led her toward one of the many small ponds in the floodplains. 

"We got a number of good guardians and hunters here," He said. "And we also have an ambassador and a medic- though she prefers to be called a witch," He said with a soft chuckle. "And the nice thing about being so close to Moonspear is that with a shared border, our home's made all the more, uh...Strong, I guess," He said.