Blacktail Deer Plateau where was I when the rockets came to life

They made camp on a stretch of flat grass at the foothills of the mountains that had so often haunted Yuralria's days in the taiga. Crossing them had been surprisingly easy, and the girl had at once felt silly for making it out to be such a big deal. It was the principle, she thought to herself as she lazed beneath a rocky outcrop. The rest of their journey would be quick, loath to leave Sivaak alone in her condition for long.

Snow swirled, but their shelter here kept them nice and cozy while the storm reared its head. "You said you knew about us moonwolves when we first met," a yawn as Yura relaxed on the stone floor. "That just from the pack hunts? Or somethin' different." One eye opened curiously to gage @Sobeille's reaction.