Sunbeam Lair But I don't read those things anymore

Like opening a can with no fingers, that's how she'd describe talking to this guy. He seemed intent to not trust her, but she could have assumed as much.

Motherfucking doberman of a dude.

The mastiff shrugged. "Just some pups, north of here. They told me most packs are past these uhh, Sunspire Mountains? But no one's marked any on the tips as their own, least that's what they thought."

She chuckled, mirthless. "Tho I guess they weren't wrong, you guys live in a canyon after all."