Razorback Ridge nine names

The plains wolves had settled. The dare-devil of a female who'd taunted the Spine several times too many implied as much. They'd been looking for plains and they'd found them. He'd picked up her scent and Zhavvi's near the borders of the large field as he'd skirted their pack lands and tried his best to remain undetected during his investigations. He still found it strange for them to set up in so barren a place. He could not imagine protecting a flat land would be so easy, but to each their own. He didn't have to live there.

Kerosene passed by. He started at the south end and traced their scent markers north. Their territory was vast and it was of some good fortune he'd passed by undetected. He thought to finish his circle, completing his external survey of their lands, until he happened upon the base of the mountains dividing the southern lands from the north. The last time he'd passed through there he'd found a treasure trove of life between the ridges. A slight detour might do him well. He could collect a few more scents on his way and further mask the Spine with his travels.

Paws climbed the rocky ridge, seeking a pass that would lead him more safely through the mountains. Instead, he was met with jarring slopes and other paths that seemed not so sound. He paused for a moment, wondering if his journey was a foolish mission as the clouds rolled over head. The breeze was warm. The air was thickening with the promise of a later storm. Perhaps now was not the best time to be risking such terrain.

He turn his path, picking new switchbacks as he turned south once more. This time, his route left his path to cross with a female who roamed. Feeling sociable, he approached her and tagged along for a second or two before he elected to speak. "Storm clouds do not look so friendly do they?" he greeted, keeping the start of his conversation light and neutral. "Think we'll be able to clear out before the rain hits?"