Gyrfalcon's Keep And it's coming together just right

“Huh,” exclaimed Ptarmigan. The coywolf's name was difficult to pronounce, so much so that the small Endore didn't even try, despite an initial temptation. Repeating such an exotic name would only result in humiliation, she thought.

They were nearing the foot of the mountain now, and the foliage was beginning to bunch into a proper forest, albeit a sparse one. “I haven't thought about it,” she confessed with a shrug. It was the same generic response she gave to everyone. She had decided that she wouldn't be joining a pack in this particular part of the Wilds, but beyond that, Ptarmigan planned very little for herself. When opportunity came knocking, she would weigh her options then.

“What about you? Anything or anyone caught your eye yet?” The draw of living in the Wilds, which were infested with wolves from what the pureblood had seen, was lost on her, but there was still the chance that Rahzie could give her some insight into its allure.