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If she'd had a better memory, Fox might have remembered that her former Beta, Jinx, once led Silvertip Mountain. She might also come to learn that the great Kesuk was now dead, rotted away by disease and then put out of her misery by an usurper. As it were, though, Fox lacked that kind of recollection, and she merely raised her eyebrows at him. “Never heard of it,” she replied. Nor had she met anybody who lived there (as far as she could recall). Just another pack, like all the others. Only the ones Fox had been intimately involved in did she remember with clarity.

“Ever caught any of these sheep? Terrain seems like it’d be a bitch.” Polite conversation wasn't Fox's strong suit, but she figured there was no harm in chatting with the locals. Besides, it was possible he could give her some hints or tips on trying to catch one of these buggers in the future. If this was their only option, Fox wouldn't mind a bit of advice.