Silvertip Mountain Energy is the gift of youth

No one else has come, so I hope you don't mind me coming in

Chaska had gone out for a stroll to stretch his legs down the mountain. Autumn had come, and he didn't like it too much. He preferred the warm temperatures of Spring and Summer over the cold ones of Winter and Autumn.

Surprisingly enough, he came upon a scent. A wolf's scent. He remained cautious as he approached the scent, only to find a grey male wolf. Assuming he was part of the pack, he was slightly overjoyed. It had been lacking in male members, and he never wanted to say it in the open, but he had always felt a little awkward around women. He had done well to hide it, but on the inside, as well as when he was alone, he just felt nervous. It may have been because in his birth pack, there were rarely females, and he also wasn't much of a ladies man himself.

This wolf had a coat made up of shades of grey, some black and some white. Chaska couldn't see his face, due to it being faced the other way, and towards the ground, sniffing flowers. He looked concentrated on the flowers, so he kept his distance to introduce himself.

"Hello there!" he called over to the other. "You part of this pack?!"