Hannah clasped her hands behind her back. "I do a lot of world traveling," she mused, taking her time about it, and actually strolling back and forth. "One supposes I could've run across his pack." She paused to rock on the heels of her white Keds. "And since I was there, one supposes I could've eavesdropped on where they were going." She nodded sagely and kept strolling. "And even though it's an Irish pack, one supposes they might get that werewolf wanderlust, and wander all the way to, say, Canada."