Phoenix Maplewood dancing to the beat of a midnight raga

he couldn't argue with her logic. though he was a friendly person, and morningside was a friendly pack, they had kept safe by virtue of staying out of the conflict in the valley. offering any olive branches to the parties involved would have dragged them in. . .and who knew what that could have brought to their borders. a wise decision, then, by bearclaw valley's leader.

aditya shook his head, smiling. "no, we're actually just called morningside," he clarified. "it's named for. . .well, i'm not sure. i think some lands to the. . .east of here? anyway," he said in dismissal, "that's our pack name."

he gave her a contemplative look. "perhaps, though, if i start a family of my own and settle here, we'll be phoenix maplewood," adi mused. "you're lucky to have a family legacy. . .at least that name carries it on. not many get that chance." he thought, with some distaste, of his own absent father and dead mother, who'd left him with nothing, not even a surname.