Silvertip Mountain I really hate sharks

Silvertip Mountain. Well it certainly fit the name. He looked up to the mountain, committing that peak to memory. It was close to the Plains, and was therefore an important landmark for the pack to know. "Feetz pack name Seelvertip Moundtan?" He enunciated the words, the words too slippery on his tongue. He missed the harsh tones of his tongue rather than this soft one. "Place Ramasar Hoshor."  He did not know the name for plains, but used the Dotharan word instead. "Pack no called pack, we call khalas." He wondered if it mattered to the wolf, or the others what they were officially called. He didn't think so, at least, but he liked being politically correct.