My Cathedral is the Badlands

Aserlín's heart dropped just a little more at the news that Avalon had not heard of either of her sisters. It was so unlike them to be this quiet. She felt a dark stirring in her gut, a fear that perhaps…. well perhaps they were really gone. No, no they were the strongest of the Thyre's surely they were alive somewhere. "Thank you Avalon I appreciate it. To be honest this is the first pack I've asked I'm…. wary. Not all packs treat strangers as kindly as yours but I suppose benevolance is counter-productive in the search for my sisters at least. They're a rowdy pair, tough, violent and arrogant. Do you know of any packs that might attract them? Likewise any kind packs that might take in a wandering youth like my son?"

"Speech"