Silvertip Mountain Energy is the gift of youth

The voice of the wolf was calm as he answered his question with a calm greeting. Already, he liked this wolf. In the small time he had with the boy already, he knew he was calm, respectful, and seemed to be very kind. Unless some he had seen. Even his posture didn't appeared to be non-aggressive. Though his gaze seemed to pierce through him. Right into his soul. It sent little shivers down his spine, coursing through his body.

"Chaska" he replied. "What do you think of this mountain so far? And do you have a den yet? If not, I can offer assistance in finding one." he asked. He knew that it wasn't too hard to find one, since it hadn't taken him long to find one. But maybe he could make a good impression for this one for helping him. He believed that if one strengthened a relationship with another, then they would most certainly be there when needed. And he trusted this pack to be there. For this pack was nothing like his family.