Jade Fern Grove i am a poet and I’m a little nervous but I can’t show it

Now that he has most of his wits about him again, he takes a better look at Kechik; it'd been easy to miss at first glance, but he realizes there's something different about him. Not entirely wolf. The south, he says, and Alarian wonders if that's significant somehow to his mixed blood; is it more common there? He almost wants to ask, but it seems rude.
I'm from a valley too, He tells him, offering a slight smile. No wheat, though. Pretty far east. But — I live in a pack over that way, now, not too far from here. Easthollow. He gestures toward Stone Circle, the barest hint of pride to his tone — it's an odd feeling, one he hasn't quite processed yet, but it's sort of nice.