Lone Star Mountain They don't make noise, and this is their world.

When Minnow shared that she remembered very little about the land she'd been born to, Artyom initially felt a little confused. He wasn't entirely aware of the extent of trauma her family had felt there, what the willows might have come to symbolise for her. Her mother died when they'd lived there, and the ranger supposed the loss of a loved one could be enough to change everything - he was living proof of that.

"I come from far away," the pale wolf told his mate's young niece as he stepped carefully over a large rock in his path, "my family's pack is called Timiryazevskaya, and they still live far North of here." He thought of them fondly, solemnly. Of Lev and his other cousins, of his two younger sisters, of his parents. Timiryazevskaya wolves had all been family to him, and he wondered how they'd progressed in the year he'd been apart from them.