Broken Antler Fen Go ahead, make my day

She was quick, this one, in asking if they could name the area. He lifted his head, glancing around at the surrounding terrain for a moment before replying. "Sure. What would you like to call it? Is there anything here this place reminds you of? Something someone else might notice about this place and be able to recognize it for too?" Simple names were always best. Something that went with the nature of the land. Something common between wolves so they might appropriately communicate the land with one another.

He laughed, the soft sound escaping his muzzle as she continued. "It's not cardinal like the bird. More like... cardinal like chief or principle or most important." The name was a touch confusing, but just like the names of places, so long as multiple individuals agreed on the meaning of the words, the name held true.

"Four directions. North, south, east, and west," he repeated, setting up the framework for the rest of his spiel. "The sun rises in the east," he said, turning his nose and lifting a paw in that direction, "and sets in the west." He lifted his nose in an arch only to let it fall in the direction of the west where the sun fell in the evening. "So then you have North and South between both of those. Never eat soggy worms. North," he pointed in the direction of each in turn, "east, south and west. In that order."

He glanced at the young wolf and searched her expression to see whether or not she was following. "It's good to know directions when you travel. That way you can tell someone what direction something is in relation to wherever you happen to be." Big words... Hmm... "What direction would you say your home is from here? My home is to the north, but west of here. So. Northwest."