Great Bear Wilderness I'm building this house on the moon

The women were polar opposites to some degree, but somewhat forthcoming with information that he thought useful. At least in what Tundra offered him—he couldn't blame Cadeau for not wanting to spill all the details of where she was; he hardly liked to share his history either. At least in the latter's case, she was willing to extend the courtesy of finding it nice to meet him, and he would take whatever small offerings he could receive.

"Blackfeather, now that's a name I haven't heard in a while," he rejoined, "word was that your lot had gone dark, for lack of better words." They had been eeriely quiet, though his dealings with the place were far and few in between. Tundra may as well have been the first he had met from there; it was usually Hydra and her ilk that did their dealings with them. He hadn't even quite graced the area with his presence.

Dirge extended the wonder of whether or not their continued existence was known openly, but now would not be the time he'd ask. Instead, fair is fair, he continued. "But Moonspear's where I came from, at least for now. Now that the season's turned it seemed fair to try and see where we could extend our hunting grounds." Until of course, he had found them, though his venture out there in word was more or less a half-truth.

His gaze shifted to Cadeau, and he moved to gesture towards the peaks that housed the monolith, stating: "It's the bold one back there, in case you aren't familiar with the area."