The Sunspire the gilded age has long been done

"I believe his name was Cuan," he supplied when prompted. Mordecai took no offense in being asked; it was something he expected. Though it had been a long while since his original encounter with the wolf from the Spire, the name had come back to readily. "But I'm not here to visit him. I just headed out to visit the nearby views. I haven't done much exploring of this valley, but it seems pretty insulated." How little he knew of course, there had once been another pack in its midst.

Shifting his weight idly, Mordecai pushed ahead to other topics of interest. If nothing else, he figured his ventures out could at least yield some information. Something he hoped that would be of value to the wolves of the plateau. "And if you don't mind my asking, how have you fared though this winter? Seems as though we had a mild one in these parts." He returned the courtesy simply by asking permission, as his counterpart had been more than kind in inquiring who had visited in the first place. It was refreshing from the turn of events from the last two packs he had come by.