Wapun Meadow no gale can down this ship

ingram knew of very few packs in the area (so shadewood meant exactly nothing to him) -- part of it was because he did not recall them, but part of it was also because he had not done much recanvassing of the area since he had found blodreina. since that moment, his wandering days had come to a grinding halt, and for good reason. he was not so foolish as to miss it. now, he had a place, he had a family, he had a home.

he nodded understandingly though -- she was young, and the road was suited for the young. if he had known that illidan was housed in the very grotto in which he had been raised (and, the son of the very wretch that had raised him those first six months), he would have marveled after how small the world seemed. glancing towards the east, ingram tried his best to recount the packs around him. "there's nauthiz vale, i'm told - not so far from here. one of our packmates is in it, and we are on friendly terms. there's also a pack way east, you'll know it by the stones -- but i don't know what it's called. not very helpful, i know.. but my pack is diaspora - i can't remember if i told you that. it's by the lake, over there." ingram pointed with a blunted claw towards the shimmering water.