Sunspire Mountains i hope your dreams dry like raisins in the baking sun

the words she spoke were not only their native tongue... and terance did not understand. he stared briefly at the comment, mildly confused, but quickly the pup moved on. he glanced to the adult at the second comment, waiting for a tell tale sign that he was trespassing... but it probably wouldn't come. so terance merely sat down. 

no, he corrected gently, this is the sunspire. i used to live here. he watched the pup curiously, and though he didn't understand her second phrase he felt a territorial vibe to the pup. she was certainly mouthy -- reminding him of his children... though it was a bit of a stinging reminder. he hoped the were okay. my name is terance, he said, glancing between the two wolves, i lead the pack that resides in lost creek hollow. he expected an introduction in return.