Wapun Meadow i used the silk of my dress

The stranger didn't answer his question, and the knot of insecurity tightened in his stomach. Was it a dumb question? Maybe he shouldn't have asked it?

Thankfully, he didn't have much time to break the small interaction down and overthink all the details because the stranger sighed and turned to him. He seemed more relaxed then, and that was when Pheiros noticed his missing eye; he would be careful not to let his gaze linger there. The greeting seemed friendly enough that the golden boy relaxed some himself, enough to let his tail wag where it lay neutrally against his hock. I'm Pheiros, he offered in return. Then he turned to look where Merrick had motioned. You don't smell like Easthollow, he pointed out, his tone amiable and curious. That was the only pack he knew of over there. We used to be their neighbors. He looked back to Merrick, a shy smile curving his lips. Your pack is over there too? he asked. He smelled of many others, so he assumed that was the case. He would be sure to let Arbiter know they shared the valley with another pack.