Silvertip Mountain There's a room in a hotel in New York City

FitzDutiful had to process the words a few times before he could make any sense of them. Born with blue bits? Who was born with blue bits - it was the most unnatural colour that FitzDutiful could think of. He had yet to find anything good come of anything that was blue. Even the best time to go fishing in the river wasn't when the river was blue.

"I'm — uh — FitzDutiful." he replied, unable to take his eyes of the blue in front of him. How did a wolf deal with that?! "I own Silvertip Mountain with my pack. You're just wandering from place to place at the moment?" His nose had picked up the lack of pack scent from the blue-tinged Luke. It made sense for a loner to be wandering from place to place. They often visited borders of packs nearby too.