Silvertip Mountain Walk In The Park

Chaska slowed his pace to a stop in front of the wolf he had smelled. The wolf had a light brown fur coat, with a bit of black mixed in. His honey eyes stared at his. Looking him over, it looked like this wolf had been through quite a bit, with scars across his muzzle and covering most of his body. The wolf bowed his head, and Chaska cracked a friendly smile before bowing back, thinking it be an appropriate thing to do.

"There is no need for that, unless you are a low rank. But I guess it doesn't matter much, because I'm new around here, and don't know much of how things run" he said plainly. "I am Chaska, Delta of Silvertip. Are you new here as well?" He was eager to know. If he was, then at least he knew he wasn't alone. If he wasn't though, then maybe this wolf could show him some things or tell him some things about the pack.