Silvertip Mountain What few friends we have

Shalon shook her head, "No, unfortunately. She grew up in a land we call the White Hall Steps, the same place I grew up just in a different section of the territory. My mother's pack had claimed the White Hall Mountain long ago. I was born in the forest surrounding the mountain's base." She was never allowed to travel beyond the forest edge, she was never allowed to enter the territory of her grandparents. Her mother had forbidden it, for obvious reasons, Shalon knew this now. But when she was a pup it only made her despise her mother more. 

Shalon's ear flicked toward the sound of water, in response Steady mention the Verde Falls, and Shalon nodded. She found the path Steady took them on was an easy trek, however she had a feeling that they were taking it easy on her. She wasn't sure she could have ever lived on a mountain, although she was sure it breed strong wolves. As they headed up, Shalon would turn her head toward home, and she could swear she could see it from this distance. Although that was impossible.