Broken Antler Fen the nature of life is not permanence, but flux

Ruenna nodded. She had know way of knowing at that moment that despite her best intentions, circumstances within the Redhawk Caldera would prevent her from leaving again once she returned. It would be many more weeks before she would have the opportunity to visit Moonglow.

"I do," Ruenna answered, recalling her previous conversation with the Legion scout. "They are in the valley on the other side of the Sunspires, near.." What was the name of that pack..? She was stretching her memory very thin at this point. "Near Everhall. Or ..Easthall?" That still didn't sound quite right. She frowned thoughtfully. 

"Easthollow!" It came to her finally. Perhaps it didn't even matter; packs seemed to rise and fall with the wind here in the Teekons. The Easthollow wolves had probably already moved on, especially considering their unsavory neighbors. 

Ruenna would wait to hear any more questions from Teya, and if there were none, she would prepare to depart.