The Wall the end has no end

Alpha, Menta registered and fought the immediate obedience so well bred within her that her head and tail only moved down a slight bit more in respect. He is not your alpha, she reminded herself, but the uneasy guilt still bubbled in her gut. Wolf packs back home kept their territories - and their alphas - far away from each other, and so she had never been exposed to a stranger-Alpha and wasn't sure just what proper courtesy was expected.

Menta Spezia, she replied, of pack Ryūjin. Her tongue, so used to Italian and English, had been surprised by this utterly different sounding pack name when Asterr informed her and even now she felt she spoke it a touch too slowly in an effort to get it right. Asterr is my alpha, the female informed him, pleased that at least that name was easier.

Which mountain is Silvertip Mountain? the cream asked curiously, hopeful that it was perhaps one of the unnamed distant mountains she had seen from her perch.