Whitefish River heavy snow fall wakes the neighbors

"Indeed it is," he said, recalling the almost-painted vista from memory alone. There had been many viewpoints on Silvertip that Mordecai had fancied. "I used to live there, a long time ago." And if anything, he hoped that statement would be enough to withdraw the leeriness she carried. But to further that, he kept his distance and his body language somewhere neutral. His attention settled on the river ever so slightly, though he kept her in view.

"So what brings you out here? Fancy a bit of exploration?" Perhaps if she could be persuaded, she may have found that he made a better exploring partner than anything. And sure, he made a good rival as well, being from a neighboring pack. But on neutral territories, Mordecai saw little reason to be aggressive. Perhaps if the wintry circumstances were different, they would have already been at one another's throats.