Lone Star Mountain ships on vigor of the waves are skimming

Me ma's pack make claim not faer away, on ta ot'er side o' da moun'ians where starms crack lightnin' like no o'her, bu' me paws deman' a journey from home, she said simply. Her voice was accented, but every bit as rugged as the mountain she loved.

He was a handsome enough wolf for his simplicity, but the amount of words he spoke exhausted her. She had no interest in most except the traveler bit, and even then, he was far too close to her homeland to feel comfortable. Yer name's funny. Probably not from 'ere, are ya?