Huh. So she was a coastal wolf … but she was not from the Estuary. Why would the two-legs have brought another coastal wolf to this strange place outside of Andrey’s pack? Nothing was making sense, and the raven Valle was just getting more and more confused. I’m from the coast, too, he responded slowly, a single brow raised as he studied her, only I’m not sure which direction. I have no idea where I—we—are. He was probably sharing too much information but whatever. What did he have to lose?
Most of them look like me, I guess, but I’m not sure who’s here and who isn’t. Don’t remember much so I’m not sure what happened. But if anyone mentions the Estuary send 'em West. He paused, his head tipping to the side. If his brother could bring another to join them maybe Andrey could do the same? Not that he intended on staying in this place for long—as soon as he figured out how to get back home he was gone. You’re welcome to hang out with us, too, if you’d like. Until you figure out what you wanna do, or whatever. He shrugged. He wasn’t going to be pushy. You don’t have to, of course.