There were many things that Neith could have said that Sorrel could have easily ignored, even insults he would have let slide over his head but the mention of Threar and the fact that she apparently had family within the pack would be enough to get through to the stubborn boy. He would come to a halt, mismatched eyes looking at Neith as his face crinkled into a frown. It was too good a guess for her to be lying about it he felt, but then who was this sister? Sometimes even Sorrel would be a little curious.
He wouldn't openly confirm that his home was Threar but perhaps his sudden stop would give away that fact or at least confirm that he knew the lands rather well. Truth be told he was still feeling a little unwilling to fully engage in any sort of conversation with this woman, but damn it he just couldn't help it now. "Who is she?" He enquired, his tone a little blunt.
