Heads up! Bandits!

A howl rang out amongst the mountains and the echo was picked up and forwarded in a way that only occurred on the mountains. It was one of the things that he loved about the mountain, his home. The howl reverberated around the hollow where he lay sleeping and woke him from his stupor - that was for him personally. It took him a moment to place the call but then the memory of the springs came to him and he smiled. Kero.

He sent out the response, On my way and headed own with bounds and leaps. It was exciting to have friends visit - they were few and far between at the moment. He briefly wondered if Kero had taken up the offer of a place on the mountain but, as soon as he got close, he realised that was probably never to be.

His friend, with a female at his side, stood respectfully at the borders of the mountain, as FitzDutiful approached he picked up the scent of the spine heavily upon them.

"Nice to see you again, Kero" he said, before turning to the midnight wolfess at his side, "Nice to meet you. FitzDutiful, Alpha of Silvertip Mountain at your service." Regardless of other packs and their desire to be feral, FitzDutiful still believed that courtesy was a good call.