Silvertip Mountain i looked up

He smiled politely, thinking he had mentioned the fact to her before--but perhaps she had forgotten, or he had omitted the fact entirely. "Yes. I lived with a pack that claimed this mountain." Memories of Silvertip washed anew over him, and he blinked a couple times, trying to dispel the faces from his mind. "They are gone, though."

The sky to the east was beginning to grow lighter, a faint purple-gold haze on the horizon suggesting that dawn was imminent. He turned his head back to Veeri, gazing in sudden apology at her.

"The day is almost here; I must go," Phocion said softly, dipping his muzzle in a brief bow. "It was nice to meet you, Veeri. I hope our paths cross again." The ivory-coated male took a step back, waiting for her to speak once more before he exited the scene.