Gyrfalcon's Keep WOLVES DON'T LOSE SLEEP OVER THE OPINION OF SHEEP

The female lifted a paw, gesturing to the familiar mountain face.  He knew it well, as it loomed on the horizon from the borders of his home, the last branch of a curled mountain range.  Brow raised, he stared at it contemplatively.  He hadn't known that there was a pack there.  Aesop made a vague noise of contemplation, not quite sure what to do with the information.  They seemed friendly enough, but there was something suspicious about a pack settling down and not alerting the neighbors.  Unless they had, and Aesop just didn't know of it, but he liked to think that he would.

"Hmm," he hummed, a brief sound.  "Didn't know anyone lived there.  Glad to know I should avoid it."  He had taken to cutting along the foot of the mountain if ever he wanted to reach the valley beyond, but now he would have to veer a bit farther south, lest he accidentally wander too close to pack borders.  The woman asked for his name, and he paused in his grooming to reply.  "'m Aesop.  You?"