Dragoncrest Cliffs Alaska

"Nah, she did not," Merlin shook her head. Come to think of it now, though Valmua had ignited some previously unknown sensations in him, she had been rather civil (a little weird, but still polite). "I met a crazy bitch afterwards though. She almost ate my face for no apparent reason. Wanted me to help her decorate her den and then went all berserk, when I told I had not the slightest idea, how to do it," he shrugged, still feeling puzzled about the whole encounter. 

"So, if you encounter her at some point - do yourself a favour and decorate everything she wants to," he suggested. "Well, I happened to be around here, caught your scent and figured - I could see, where you live. So - this is, where you live, right?" he asked, craning his neck to look over Njord's shoulder to spy, whether other wolves were around. Did not seem like it. "Who else lives here with you?"