Silvertip Mountain Misty Eye Of The Mountain

Chaska heard a voice, not too far from him. He moved towards it to find who he had been looking for. Though he found her activity a bit...odd. She was rubbing her neck along a sharp rock. But when he got closer, he caught a glimpse of something around her neck. He hadn't noticed it before.

He approached slowly, since she seemed slightly frustrated, then, from a distance, he announced himself with a low grunt. 

"Have I come at a bad time?" he asked.