Rising Sun Valley To get me over you

I hope you don't think I was up to too much trouble, Cuan grinned with a spark in his eye. There was a bauble of wariness in this stout Capricorn's gaze, one that fortunately didn't relay aggressiveness. The scout had always been good at reading signals, having grown up the runt and scapegoat of his birth pack. He understood when a wolf was playing, or when that wolf was in some sort of sour mood that might end with Cuan missing a bit of fur.
He hoped the reservation this Duskfire member was only aimed at Cuan being an outsider, anyways. The exotic appearance Capricorn carried had quickly worn off, and now the rusty, long-legged scout was focused on making friends and ties.
I wouldn't want our packs to get off on the wrong foot, anyways. Since this is the first time we are hearing of each other. His gaze lifted up to the looming mountains and the monstrous glacier nestled in it's arms.
Is that where you live?