Silvertip Mountain The panic of your dreams keeps you awake

Niita lifted her head up to stare at him, wondering where his thought process was going. Maybe he ate something weird.. He didn't seem inebriated, Phocion just seemed a bit all over the place.

Niita hadn't yet learned about FitzDutiful nor June, but she felt a stab of sympathy for the pack. Is Zaria his mate? Are the pups his children? Niita reminded herself to pray for the wolves of Silvertip Mountain later, she would pray to her ancestors to bring them peace. 

"Well, I'm not going anywhere. Maybe we make this pack great together." Niita smiled up at him, confident in her words. She had only just found her new family, she planned to be here for life.

"Summers here seem to be much different than Asmundr. The summers there are brief and even then it's still cold, the permafrost never fully melts. Here, it's very hot and dry." Niita compare the differences aloud, wondering if summers here would be harder for her.