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It seemed that his offering came with a return gift, another pack. For whatever reason, it would have seemed that this valley too housed its fair share of packs. These however, were of the unfamiliar sort. Not like what Mordecai had been used to, where he had willingly ventured out to the packs that had existed in the flatlands. But after that little bit of a tango with the wolves of Blackfeather, he found that he was rather disinclined to make a repeat effort quickly.

"I believe that was the name of it, yes," he said as Scimitar wrapped up. Of course, in time he would learn that for certain, as Luke would be the one to venture there and make a more solid connection. Viggo had gone as well, but of course Viggo had soon left them as well. This time, that thought did not breach him during their conversation. "It would seem we live in a popular area," he went on to say, "have you explored much of this place?" With any luck, perhaps Scimitar was more familiar with things than he. And so far, his conversational partner had been the sharing sort.