Big Salmon Lake with a pocket of high

Cry almost broke and laughed how fast the question left her lips. He wasn't so easy on failing, but she had almost tipped him over. Though he held his composure, a light shard settled in his eye that reflected his amusement in this situation.
With a pointed muzzle, he gestured left.

"Far West."

At her response to him inquiring her whereabouts, he decided to give off his own sliver of true honesty. Why not? She had earned it.

"Same." He nodded in mild agreement. His home hadn't had a place, and he rather not bother to remember it. His new life began with Slade, and that was as far back as he could fathom, regardless of his attempts to dwell further or not. Slade was his start, and it seemed as far as this pack family was going to be factioned, Slade just might be his end.

"Cry," He relinquished his name to her, lightly raising his dark crown in indication of him referencing himself. Wintery eyes settled on her own gems, as he asked next. "You?"