Silvertip Mountain Throw caution to the wind

The forest around the grey wolf remained quiet, as it had for the past few days. He had wandered on and on, looking a place to stop. His hunger was starting to get to him, his limbs beginning to tire. The trek to this new land had been long, and he was in need of food. 

He stopped at the sound of a howl. It sounded close by, possibly another wolf. He thought back, not remembering crossing past any scent boundaries. His mind shifted back to the other wolf. Maybe, this wolf could help him. Although he knew it was risky, he returned it with his own, hoping the other wolf would answer. 


That was several days ago. Now, Chaska wandered that same path, remembering how that wolf had saved him. He heard a howl from nearby, and recognized it as the same wolf who was there that day. In an instant, he howled back.