Stavanger Bay Gone with the wind

The youth nodded. Alastor was right, at least in Floki's eyes -- Charon had taken action to save the pack from a wintry demise. There had been wolves who didn't trust his judgment initially, if only because he was young and inexperienced, but it had all turned out for the best, hadn't it? Floki had no complaints, and hadn't heard any from his packmates residing on the mountain.

"It's south of here; not the first mountain range you come to, but the second," he replied, conjuring a mental map of the Teekon Wilds. He hadn't explored Moonstone Quarry or Ouroboros Spine, but had passed them enough times on his journeys back and forth between Moonspear and Stavanger Bay. When Alastor redirected the conversation back to Aesop, the boy bobbed his head once more. The name of his pack was not familiar, but he was sure that he would be able to find it if necessary.

"Absolutely. I will keep you posted," he said. If Silvertip Mountain was near the bay, it would be easy to relay a message if Aesop showed up. Now, he just had to hope that the older wolf would return sooner or later.