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

"I am not sure," Luke answered, and truly he was not. He was open to either idea and it would be whatever struck his fancy first. If he found some nice wolves living in a suitable place he may join them, or if he found a captivating territory himself that he dearly liked he might start anew. So far neither had occurred, although Luke believed it was more probable that he join a pack first and branch out later if ever, start a family perhaps. "I kind of go where the wind blows me," he chuckled, knowing his carefree and impulsive nature was not the norm. "I don't make a lot of plans."

"How's life on the mountains?" he queried warmly. "I'm more of a lowland wolf myself." If Fitz had been the least bit curious about asking the blue-nosed wolf about joining him, he would be disappointed to know that Luke would be hard pressed to convince to live on a mountain. It would take a very special wolf to get him to move up on a slope for longer than a visit.