Blacktail Deer Plateau To be a poet is a condition...

It was odd to hear Arcturus give her an advice for a change. Usually their conversations were about Wraen challenging him and pushing him to get him speak his mind or come up with something. Basically - her being the dominant one and him responding to her requests. Now, however, he had met her as an equal and gave an insight that she herself had not been able to conjure that clearly. 

"I've heard that too. About the world," she smiled at him. "Must have been a wise person to say this," she added. "In regards of another mountain - years ago, when I was young and pretty - and an airhead too, I, my brother and two of his best friends split off Moonspear to start a pack at the opposite side of the valley. The location is on this side of the range, down South. We named it Sunspire. Though had we been more full of ourselves, we should have called it Better-spear," she joked. 

"Well, it did not last that very long and we were forced to move due to depletion of resources. So much for being better," that had been such a long time ago. "I wanted to show you that place at some point, but I heard from other packs here that there is a rogue group settled somewhere and they are nasty with strangers," she said. "But one day, definitely!"