The Sunspire the gilded age has long been done

Success abounded as he gained more information than he had expected. Names, a bit of history, all of it was good and more than just a supplement to what he expected. It was nice for a change not to be so stonewalled, though the information was also coming secondhand. What Falwasi had told him rang true, though it seemed fair to suggest that whatever ill tension had been between the Spire and the Creek was absent now, as Jace did not speak of them poorly.

"I'm afraid I don't know either, though there has been a lot of movement around. New packs have made claims to territories to the west," Mordecai offered in return, though he couldn't have said much about them. "One of them is on another mountain range. Silvertip. Seems like there's a bunch of dispersals there, yearlings at that. They bickered with each other when I visited." A wane smile crossed his face briefly; he still found humor in that. It was a testament to the newness of their pack. "The other I've been told is a dark wood near the river. I don't know much of them yet," but soon he would learn the hard way of them.