Sheepeater Cliff I got troubled thoughts

A voice echoed to him and he pulled his vision away from the cliff that had entrapped him. It took a moment for him to process her words and, for the moment, he just stared blandly at the dark stranger, taking in the fire of her eyes. "Sorry, no, no formalities needed." He physically turned himself away from the cliff less its grandeur capture him again and faced the female instead.

"FitzDutiful of Silvertip Mountain, can I help you?" The questions still ranged from behind his eyes and inside his mind they ran round and around. He wasn't really in the mood for conversation but he would do his best to keep things civil. After all, Silvertip Mountain needed members and this female didn't have a scent of a pack upon her. As the alpha he had to ensure his pack was well represented with those that may one day want to call it home.