He whistles low and slow at the recollection of one of Hector's old stories, "Well, way back before our Alpha's time, word is the Anshega united and ran the Tribes out of the city. But that alliance fell to ruin, not sure on the details. So they quarrel and contest like competing packs everywhere. We've proven too tough for any single pack to run us out. I'd prefer to run them out of the area for good." But that's not my call.
Bleeds Well stands and stretches before bending down and poking the map in a spot. "Meet me here when you wanna go spelunking. We'll do a little rodent prevention."