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Silvertip Mountain. The black wolf did not know this name, but though he had scouted the area quite a bit, with so many peaks around them on this great range, he was not comforted to hear it. It was too easy for him to assume that this pack was near, and that he had missed it during his scouting. He felt his unease in his paws, so much so that he disregarded the question asked of him and the introduction — something he was not typically inclined to do — just so that he could ask a follow up one.

"Sorry, I don't know this mountain — where is it?" Despite the tension in his muscles, his tone was not harsh. He did not demand an answer, and was respectful in how he asked.