Neverwinter Forest at the end of it

His brows lifted curiously as she shared her name. Tiger -- he knew what a tiger was, though he had never seen one in person, and wondered how she had earned that name. She certainly didn't look like one, so maybe it was her personality. It seemed that he would learn soon enough.

"Well, Tiger, welcome," he said, gesturing to the forest around them with a paw -- as though he owned the place. Truthfully, he probably didn't know much more about the territory than she did. "I run with a pack that lives not far from here. It's called Ouroboros Spine -- we're a mountain pack," he said, for the first time thinking of himself as a mountain-dweller. It was kind of neat -- it sounded dangerous, like he spent all his time scaling sheer cliff faces and balancing precariously on great peaks. In reality, he could usually be found stumbling and tripping on the loose rocks that littered the range, but, eh -- she didn't have to know that.