Silvertip Mountain carpathia

"a word meant to hurt," he explained gently. "that is why i took it and made it my own; it robs the title of its power." he smiled at fitzdutiful. "either shall do. many use them interchangeably." he glanced to the heavens and then back to the silvertip ruler. while he would not put words into dante's mouth, he knew his alpha was a kind and logical man. with their dwindling numbers, it would be wise to extend an olive branch to the packs roundabout.

"may i hear a little of your lore? how you came to settle, and if you relocated?"