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

Luke bobbed his head. No doubt there were wolves that would not settle anywhere but a mountain. Mountains were beautiful and did offer plentiful shelter and were often not short on prey either. It was a great territory for a pack to claim, and the blue-nosed wolf would have considered joining the ranks of mountain pack if not for his deep-seated affinity for the water and fish. Unless he could not from a survival standpoint, he would keep to his preferences. It was a fortunate thing to have that choice.

"Sounds like a nice home," he smiled, "and I won't keep you from it." Luke could chit chat all day most times but he was eager to resume exploring, and he suspected the Alpha had only intercepted him because he had been strolling past his pack's borders. "Take care!" With a courteous dip of his head, he bid FitzDutiful a farewell and after a brief pause to ensure the other fellow had nothing else to say, went on his way.