As his brother pitched his next question, the darker Archer drew even closer, if only to be able to glean what wilderness clung to his sibling's golden-touched coat. "Yes," he evenly answered, even if his stance was still much too tense and stiff (inwardly, he blamed this on the paternal instincts that had flared up from Anduin's and Vaeda's arrival). "Morganna and our brother Niles-" his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and he had no choice but to make some sort of disappointed sound, "established a pack in the Scowle to the north, that way." He motioned with a jab of his nose in the air towards the northern end of the wetlands. "She still has Renier," he disclosed as if it were some sort of important information to be mindful of. "But, my mate Celandine leads with her."
i'm a dreamer, i'm a man
i'm doing whatever i can to make the bad things go away