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

Luke asked about life on the mountains but didn't seem inclined to want to join. FitzDutiful wondered how any wolf managed to survive on their own but it appeared as though a lot did, or wanted to, recently. It was strange. Without a pack food would be scarcer, you were always looking over your shoulder, and yet this valley seemed to teem with wolves that weren't part of a pack and suffered no worse the wear for it. With his pack soon struggling for members it was enough to make him wonder if he had indeed made a very bad decision.

"Life on the mountain is good. Well protected, not too far away from all the necessities either." FitzDutiful's want for conversation was significantly lower now. He knew this wolf would not be joining any time soon and he wasn't likely to intrude and now FitzDutiful wanted to be off and dealing with any other lurkers around their territory - assess their situation and see if there was any chance of change there. But FitzDutiful, being polite, stayed for now in case this blue-nosed strange wolf wanted to know anything else (or changed his mind about the chance of joining).