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His gray eyes followed the line of the other's snout as it gestured toward another peak, across the way from the ones that made up this range. The black wolf bobbed his head, feeling the tension in his muscles dissipate. He had nothing to worry about from a pack so far from his own.

The other wolf offered his name again, and this time, Taggarik reciprocated the introduction. "I'm Tagg," he said. "I claim the ridge west of here — Porcupine Ridge. I had trouble with some neighbors recently, so you'll have to excuse me for being a bit on edge about other packs being nearby."

He appreciated the offer that he could visit this Silvertip Mountain, but it was extremely unlikely it was offer he would act on. He had no inclination to stray far from his home, which provided all he needed.