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Tonravik had no reason not to believe him. She did not think Lasher would raise his son to be the perfect liar, and could see no breaks in his face, hear none in his voice. The woman would not press for more detail, given she felt she knew all she needed to from the short, succinct response. As she looked beyond him when he gestured to the mountain, Tonravik tilted her head. And then, with plenty confidence, she named the place: "Takserk Mountain." Her ear flicked. It made sense. The place seemed spotted with tiny patches of snow here and there... "spot" seemed as good a name for the place as any. The alpha female admittedly did not yet know of all her surroundings, yet, given her newness to the area in general, but that meant nothing. In life, one made their own name for things. And now, this place was named.

"Tonravik," she introduced, but did not ask for his own. Perhaps he would tell her anyway. Regardless, ones name meant nothing to her when she knew them by scent and sight. What did it matter what he was called? She watched him fidget, but remained as still as stone herself for the moment.