Silvertip Mountain i looked up

She was formal but kind, making a point to inform him she was a member of a pack nearby. Well, and if Silvertip remained unoccupied for now, that was good. Perhaps Phocion would one day make his home here again.

"My name is Phocion. I come from the south," he said, white nose pointing the direction from whence he had came. His icy eyes snapped back to her. "This once was my home. And I have come back, now, to find new friends."

He looked at the sky. "I am kyrios-filos, a missionary for my tribe. A priest of the stars." Then looked at her again. "What do you think of stars, miss?"