Lion Head Mesa snapped like twigs

Akela enjoyed a wolf who knew when to shut up. It was a quality they did not all have, especially at that age. It wasn't that he did not want to talk, he did not want to share his past, he was not even doing so with wolves who were close to him or well used to be.  The climb was getting hard on his paws, the stones being anything but painful, but now that they were moving, he would get to the top, just to see what laid beyond there.  He did not feel the need to push the conversation for now, just enjoying a companionship for the time being.  He had to admit he was lonely, and such adventurous encounters were rare.  Usually wolves only passed by each other without even a word.  Akela looked back down.  " Seems like we're halfway through" he pointed out.  " It be interesting to slide down  afterwards" he chuckled.