Razorback Ridge nine names

Mm. Talking about the weather was easy. Examining it. Speaking of what effects it may have upon this valley or these slopes. She seemed content to do much the same and was far more educated on its effects. They way she spoke of things? It as almost as if she held a certain fondness for the subject, which, in its own way was quite remarkable. It wasn't everyday he encounter another wolf who was so observant of the skies as to contemplate how they might effect day to day life.

His ears lifted, turning as she spoke of venturing down to seek them further. "Not sure I would try that. They're foreign wolves. Speak a different tongue. Have different standards. Unless you're an expert in pantomime or charades, I'm not sure you'd get too far with them if they spotted you." Her black pelt upon these mountains was a little more concealed by the darkness of the ground? Down there near the golden plains? She'd be spotted easy.

She was astute in her thinking that they were not of the mountainous type. From what he knew thus far? "They seem to like flatter lands, but are not afraid to venture out." He'd been slowly collecting information too. Slowly, with a little bit of insight if only because he'd encountered a couple of their women. While they gravitated towards the mountains to explore, they always returned to flatter lands. He had no idea why. Living in such a vulnerable and exposed place was strange to him.