OOC: Yeah, we could do a new chapter and characters can reset where they are
again.

IC:

The she-wolf relaxed a little, this "White Ember" was a stranger to her, but he
did not smell of the Tharadra'al and so she doubted he'd be after her children.
It was true, the pregnancy and birth had not sat well with her and the shedding
of her coat was not adding to the overall impression. She was a medium sized
wolf, under fed and smelling of birth, but right now adrenaline was lending her
a great deal of strength and her muscles showed clearly, though, to be fair,
there was not a great deal for them to show through.

"You want to help? There is a wolf outside of this town, a large black male who
goes by the name of Aranok. Kill him and rid this land of a monster, that is
how you can help."

She was not by nature a violent wolf or overly prone to confrontation, but she
was in a strange town and she was already berating herself for leaving her
younglings alone. The Malamute's assumption of authority would have made
perfect sense to her before, this was after all, his territory. Now however she
turned to him and stared the dog right in the eyes, her hackles raised, her
meaning was quite clear, if he wanted to direct them, then he would have to
prove his worthiness.