Sheepeater Cliff Bighorn Country

There was an air of serenity about Njal that comforted her. He took his time to respond, measuring each word carefully. If he hadn't been a wolf, he might've done well as a mountain - the thought made Bazi smile.

She hadn't visited the plateau pack, but had a vague sense of where their borders were. There was a river to their west, she knew, and from there it was a straight run to the source of the steam clouds. "Yes please - it'd be nice to have some company. I'll go west before we reach the plateau.. oh, but there's a river there!" The mention of fish undid a good portion of Njal's calming effect on the youth, whose tail was now whipping dust and fragments of rock into a cloud, "And I'm really good at fish, too!"