Porcupine Ridge so only say my name

The boy considered a moment, his own memories, like Freyja's, unclear. "an end to this mountain range. and beyond that..." He trailed off, feeling that the territories which lay north held a sort of beauty to them, but unable to find an exact fragment of memory that could hold some use to them. "west of here is a flatland, I know. east is the valley, but Sleeping Dragon does not live far from it." He wasn't sure if Freyja would be comfortable locating their pack so close to the place of her youth, and his gaze asked the silent question as he regarded her.