Thunder Dome Don't get fried.

It hadn't occured to Menta to lie about the names of the places they currently stood in, but she supposed some wolves would take humor in messing with another's head. My alpha, Asterr, she replied swiftly and honestly. The Italian owed a lot of her knowledge of the area to Asterr's guidance, although she was quickly doing the foot work in exploring the area for her own mental maps.

The next comment from the female gave the cream pause - the information about The Wall had been too much information at once, she supposed, for it was more for a future expedition's sake than to persuade the other from her supposed mission. I simply meant if you wanted a clearer look of of that which you are scouting at some point, Menta responded slowly and with an attempt at a kind tone. Who is your alpha? For the wind was still at her back, and the Italian could not smell Silvertip on her from such a distance. It seemed an innucuous enough question in such a context.