Blacktail Deer Plateau return from byzantium

Perhaps most intriguing was the fact that Lasher had been there for some length. If anything, Mordecai guessed that it had been a good year or more. It had almost been a year since he had found himself drawn in towards the region to explore, and in that year far too much had happened to almost keep track of. Still, it brought warmth to him to hear his friend spoken so highly of, and a faint smile traced the edges of his muzzle for a moment. It had been a moment of amusement between himself and Dante before the onset of winter, how they had gone from mere travelers to leaders of their own stations.

And now, things had certainly changed from that again.

"I was one of the wolves who founded it," he stated, not entirely saying it was a yes or a no. "The pack was originally from the mountain nearby, ah, Silvertip Mountain. Another group of wolves have taken claim to it recently." The information interjected itself, but he felt it just as pertinent to share with the beta all the same. He had told Dante and while Mordecai did not doubt that Dante shared information among his leaders, it came as habit.