Porcupine Ridge immortals

Rue blinked, a bit surprised that after his experience the man was willing to go back up the ridge. "Sure, if you don't mind," she replied, recovering quickly. She nodded in their direction of travel before taking the lead. 

"That's a tough climb," Rue commented when he indicated the direction from which he had come. She knew of no easy way up the ridge other than the path she had taken. 

She looked over her shoulder as the man introduced himself. "Nice to meet you too, Thorin," she said with a smile. "Blacktail Deer Plateau," she repeated the name of her pack, happy to provide Thorin with the details. "It's a beautiful territory west of here, on a mountain plateau overlooking the Whitefish River plains. We live off the nearby blacktail deer herd. It's a good life. Peaceful." Well, it was peaceful when leaders weren't falling in love with each others' mates. And when people weren't getting their tails ripped off by cougars. ... So yeah. Peaceful.

"How about you, Thorin. Is your home around here?" Rue returned the question conversationally.