Bearclaw Valley when i was young, i'd feed on it

Phoenix Maplewood. He recognized the name, though not the location--it must be nearby, surely? So the young woman hadn't traveled so far, or, at least, so he thought. His answer was a little more complicated than that.

"Well, my tribe is from the southeast," he said, smiling. "So I've come here from there. But I used to live atop Silvertip Mountain, just over the Sunspire range--have you heard of it?" Perhaps not; he hadn't really had a grasp of the pack's prestige in Teekon when they were up and running, and now that they were gone and the crag remained unsettled, it might be an unknown blip on the horizon.

Phocion turned his head to look that way, with a small sigh. "I hope one day to return," he mused. His blue gaze flashed back to Indra. "But this place caught my eye," he continued with a grin. "And everyone has been so friendly."