Jade Fern Grove Command me to be well

"Hm," he chuffed lowly as his tail flicked idly. Skepticism was readable on planes of his face. There was more to that story than the battered male was letting on. Daughters who simply did not get along with their fathers did not try to murder their fathers' packmates to send a message. However, the exact details did not concern him. What he needed to know was simply the packs involved, to be aware of the tension, and nothing more. His muzzle tipped to acknowledge the thanks the male extended, then he pressed for the information he required. "The name of her pack and yours. What are they?" The intensity of his stare demanded an answer.