Silvertip Mountain paradise

Having spent most of the last few days hanging around the same lake and the same river, Skyfall thought it would be best to find something new to explore. Not that he tired of the waterways, but he was used to higher, slightly rockier terrain than the valley, and missed the rough ground beneath his paws. He was not a mountain climber by any means, but he had grown up upon the slopes of a mountain range. Though his strength had waned considerably in the last four months, he was still eager to find himself a slope to scale.

Ahead he saw a bear of a wolf, a dark female with dark eyes that gleamed out into the twilight that surrounded them. Skyfall had met quite a few wolves in these last few days and knew that one day he would have to accept the trust of others and join a pack. But for now he was happily unattached, though his stomach disagreed with him occasionally. At the moment it was sated with the scaly fish from yesterday's catch, which he had buried deep beneath a tree's hollow trunk. It had thankfully been untouched when he returned to it this afternoon looking for a snack.

Skyfall turned toward the female and approached her, though was careful to keep the distance between them respectfully neutral. Without a word, he cocked his head and gave a soft whine, asking, Could you use some company? He paused where he stood, not wanting to intrude upon her solitude, for he knew how precious that was to him at times, but still wanting to give her the impression that he wanted to join her, if she'd have him.