Silvertip Mountain the galaxy is just a graveyard full of stars

"it is a.. decent perch," the she-wolf admitted rather dully, showing no true admiration for the peak itself or its supposed value. she looked up towards the snow-capped heights -- unreachable because of the thin air and overly sheer slope -- and sighed. "i think it'd be a place more suitable for your average overcompensating male, or a very butch female." neither of which was she.

"have you seen anything here of any worth?" harrowing  petitioned the traveler with a curious cant of her muzzle and a small fidget of her position. she was already starting to feel restless, just standing there talking -- it wasn't in her nature to quibble for too long.