Silvertip Mountain Misty Eye Of The Mountain

Chaska couldn't imagine how painful it must have been. Considering the damage it had caused, it was really rough against her skin. He began to wonder how it got on her in the first place. He had never seen such a thing in his travels. One thing for sure, it was not natural.

"Do you need help with it?" he asked, concerned that it may cause more damage. He hated to see others in pain, especially if they were in the pack he was. Just seeing the blood made him cringe, imagining the pain himself. He scratched at his neck with his back leg in an attempt to rid himself of the feeling.

She inquired about his name, and he answered, "Chaska. Just Chaska. And you?" he queried back, recalling that he had never learned her name either.