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

The young wolf wasn't even going to try and repeat that name of his pack, she knew she would probably fail epically and look restarted so she stayed quiet and kept her questions to a minimum. "It sounds far." She said simply and continued down the base of the mountain until she saw the mound of rocks that marked her mothers grave and she gave a small whimper at its sight. All the memories of what happened here rushing back but she shook them away. "Here we are."