The Alpha's Prickly Porcupine
A whole bunch of new guests are sitting on the fur rugs, and the lower wolves are carrying their bags.
How do I find you, Alpha Heir?
I can either ask the front guard or find the stairs myself. This place is way bigger than our citadel, but I know there must be a special hallway for the royal family. While I am thinking, four big wolves walk past me carrying hot cups of tea.
I listen really closely to what they are saying.
“We need to finish buying those three old dens in the Whispering Moon Woods by sunset,” a male wolf in a purple shirt says.