Silvertip Mountain smart kids with too much to say.

A call went up from someone from this pack to go to the borders and FitzDutiful pulled himself up from his rest. It made sense that he went to greet whomever this way. It'd give him another excuse to leave. Ironically, Raissa was just entering the den as he went - apologising as he did so. He gave quick howl to let the newcomer know he was coming and to just sit still a while.

Trotting down, he stopped for a quick drink at the stream before continuing on arriving at the borders to see a dark shaded female wolf waiting for him. He sniffed the air but couldn't make out any discernible scent. A loner, a new recruit perhaps? It hadn't been too long since Chaska had joined but he was always willing to gain new recruits. Now that winter was almost over it appeared as though quite a few of their members had only been around for the harshest of times. Jensen, Jace, Ayita, Mikael - their scents were fading more and more day by day. Fresh blood would be good.

"You called?" he queried as he approached, taking in the fiery orange eyes that contrasted against her dark face.