Mount Apikuni ba, ka, and khou

Lestat nodded to her scornful query, a twist of his lips at her disgust. The white wraith had always been a carnal creature, but to openly and outwardly share two lovers was not something he condoned by any means. If the heat of the moment led to multiple lovers in the darkness and intimacy of one's den, well, that was a different matter entirely. "Be thankful you do not live there. It is a pack called Blacktail Deer Plateau." Funnily enough, he did not recall seeing any blacktail deer around.

Hatshepsut dove into a story of her own, one more touching than his, to be sure. She had met a man from a pack called Swiftcurrent Creek - the name rang a bell - and immediately liked him. A spark of jealousy lit within his heart, but Lestat was careful to keep its flame contained. Hatshepsut was not a woman to be controlled. She spoke of another pack, upon a mountain, and he wondered if it was the pack called Sunspire, but held his tongue. "I am glad you found this Njal, Beloved. You will be safe with him." How he knew his, Lestat did not say, though he was certain of her fate.