Firestone Hot Springs It was the wicked and wild wind

Dante did not, and would not, know just how tempting it was to the white wolf to ask to be accepted into the ranks of his pack. On that plateau resided several companions and most notably Lasher. He ached down to his bones to be settled, to be surrounded by others, to have a home. Though a plateau would not have been his first pick of territories, its residents more than made up for its elevation and lack of water (to a degree; a river ran beneath it at least).

"I appreciate that," he said with a tip of his muzzle. He chose his next words carefully, for he did not want to give way that it was two members of the plateau that were planning to strike off on their own. "Not really, just that one of the would-be alpha's is a bit uncertain of the idea," he shrugged.