Blacktail Deer Plateau east will take me back

They'd taken on an orphan, and he'd scented no other pups here; there was always the possibility that the previous year's brood had grown up or perished, though instinct told him that this was likely a new pack.  Already they were of moderate size, and their ranks seemed to be about even between males and females.  The coming season should be prosperous for them.

Not him, of course — he was nothing more than a plebian here, and he'd never had a desire to sire children in the lands of his fathers.  He saw no reason it'd be different now.

Back to the task at hand.  He ran himself along the trees, and a tuft of summer coat was pulled from between his growing underfur.  It had been itching for some time and he was glad to be disposed of it.  This plateau is a good choice.  The mountains will block the winter winds, which most flatlands do not have the luxury of being shielded from, and the freshwater stream at our base should not freeze.  There was a chance she knew this already, but it seemed like idle conversation...

It is honorable of you to go in search of his family.  It still could've been some lower-ranked wolf's job, but she took it upon herself.  Perhaps the boy meant something to her.