(Kiara)
The older man Taren had pointed out remained near the far side of the common area. He was speaking with two other wolves, so I waited rather than interrupting them. Taren stood beside me while I checked the name written beside his pack. Orson Hale had served as an elder for nearly thirty years before retiring.
"Do you know him?" I asked. "You said he might remember Silvercrest. I don't want to approach him without knowing what kind of man he is."
"I've met him at gatherings before." Taren glanced toward Orson. "He remembers more council history than most people here, and he was already an elder when Silvercrest fell. Ask your questions and let him decide what he's willing to tell you."
That was enough for me.
When the other wolves left, Taren walked over with me and introduced
