Sea Lion Shores she's the first in line at the party

The woman asked him what his pack was called. He met her gaze with his and peered at her features with a calculating expression. “Stormrift,” the warhound responded with a small dipping of his muzzle. The chilling breeze that was carried on the ocean swept through the dark hairs of his neck and shoulders. He felt the touch of winter that still clung to it. Still, the massive sea wraith did not shudder against the cold. Ford had known worse chills than that in his life.
 
When the stranger mentioned that she had once led a pack to the north of them that had burned away, the titan could not help the intense expression that his face adopted. His brow furrowed sharply over his dual-toned eyes. He latched the glimmering and hollow pools on her face without even blinking once. There was a thoughtful frown that both creased his brow and caused his dark lips to curl downward.
 
“Donnelaith?”