Silvertip Mountain Tall Tails

Chaska cocked his head slightly when he saw a small, white pup with dark-tipped ears come out. It took a few steps out of the den, then unexpectedly came over to him. 

"Hello, little one" he greeted quietly. He felt his heart warm up at the sight of the youth. Her orange eyes and white fur reminded him of Fitz, so it was easy to tell that she belonged to him. His eyes moved down as she inspected his paw, than began gently tugging at it. He was careful not to flinch, and even managed a light chuckle. 


"Easy there. I would rather keep my fur on" he said, even though he knew that the pup would not be able to. At least, not just yet. He lifted his paw slowly so he wouldn't accidentally flinch.