Frostfire Ridge it is not meant to be

Oh, for fuck's sake. Apparently miss stick-up-her-ass couldn't take a joke, either. He snorted, shaking his head slightly before looking back out toward the sprawling expanse of land. It was a lot to handle for just one pack; he wondered how they had come to settle it so soon. Were there, like, twenty of them?

"That's nice," Zamael said absently, his mind on a thousand other things. Knowing this for his pervasive sense of ennui, he looked at her once more, shrugging. "Well, good to meet you, uh, Takiyok?" His voice rose slightly in uncertain query; he probably completely butchered the name. "I gotta get going. Promise I won't stand too close to your border again."

With a fleeting smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, he departed, headed down the mountain and elsewhere. There had to be actual fun wolves out here, somewhere. Evidently, they weren't to be found on the glacier.