Boartusk Heights Corpus Craggus

Schugkill — it didn't sound familiar in any way, but Tulimaq had not traveled too far from his birthplace. He wished he had one of the more veteran wolves of Tartok with him, someone who might know about the world outside of this region, but he was at a loss. All the same, if this place had produced a wild creature like this raggedy man, Tulimaq knew he would be at home there himself if he ever crossed through it.

Being called a great mountaineer made him smirk; the shift in his expression was swift and caught in his gaze with mild amusement, and then he said, Far in the north. My people colonized the barren wastes and have been spreading out ever since; they're called Tartok. The pride in his voice is unmistakable but, as he speaks of them, thinks of them, the lustre in his expression fades a little. He misses home.

You can stay, he decrees in the next moment — but, realizing that may not be the desire of the stranger he adds in haste, if you think you can handle the mountain.