Dawnlark Plains know where

He could tell her interest was waning the second she laid eyes upon him, that deadpan gaze sparking with interest for but a fleeting moment. His own wide, silver eyes studied her guarded features, so unused to those of a wolf after spending so long amongst dog kind. He much preferred the mutts. They had become willing members of his flock so quickly, so eagerly. The wild creatures of this land would have a harder time digesting the news, he assumed.

"A mountain," he answered, gesturing with his nose to the distant peaks. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed her relax ever so slightly. He kept his tail neutral, trying to assure the girl he meant no harm. "We are not sure which, however, He has not told me yet."