Silvertip Mountain that's a bad sound

Despite his clear disaproval, Steady seemed disinclined to blow his top over Day's news. A resigned sigh puffed out of Day's mouth as he nodded, conceding to Steady's point. He'd come from a place with harsher winters than most, and though they'd never lost a pup to starvation, they'd often seen hard times. Admittedly, it'd not been his best idea to take up with a perfect stranger, but there was nothing to be done about it, now.

"Her name is Amber Ciel," he said when asked, a frown on his face as he tried to remember the name of the pack. He'd had other things on his mind when she told him. "From... the Silver Creek pack. In the sourthern Hinterlands. Hopefully the winters down there aren't as harsh."