Silvertip Mountain A Starry Night

FitzDutiful found CHaska rather intriguing. He had never come across a wolf who said no little and yet, somehow, communicated so much. It had been this that had partly secured his place in Silvertip Mountain when he had come searching for a home. The light coloured wolf considered Chaska's words carefully. He considered making conversation - of asking to hear one, but wondered if that would interrupt the male's train of thought. He though about taking the pressure off, of asking Chaska if he planned on becoming a Chronicler - the pack could use one - but didn't want to change the subject too much.

And so FitzDutiful sat, looking out at the stars too. He changed his mind - yet again- and decided to broach the subject before letting the silence continue. "If you can remember, I'd love to hear one." Assess the potential before asking Chaska to pursue the trade.