Silvertip Mountain Food for thought

Chaska heard the calling, and trailed back to find Zhavvi and Fitzdutiful. The orders given were simple: to follow the tracks. So he did as instructed, and shot away. After only a few seconds, he slowed himself down to be he did not lose himself or stray from the tracks. He was sure he was on the right trail when he heard the loud stamping not too far. The grey wolf stopped himself at the edge of a clearing to find a small herd of deer. There were a few young, and maybe a couple of old. But to take them on now would be near suicide. He would have to alert the others of the herd and bring them back.

"Lucky me" he said to himself. There were a few young, and maybe a couple of old. But to take them on now would be near suicide. He would have to alert the others of the herd and bring them back. But instead of calling for the others, he went back, thinking the howl would alert the deer to his presence. He made his way along the other trail, and hopefully to find the other two.