Silvertip Mountain Energy is the gift of youth

Chaska gave a light nod to Alastor after his first reply to his first question. It was fine with him, better than answering questions to someone who didn't really care for them to be answered. Some wolves were just not honest enough.

A light-hearted chuckle escaped his mouth. "Trust me, there is nothing better to do at the moment. Except maybe find a little snack, or go cloud-gazing, thinking up some plot for my next tale for the pups." Unwillingly, his eyes drifted upwards to the clouds. It took some of his willpower to come back to the ground and the wolf before him. "How about we do that? Go get something to eat? And maybe, on the way, we can find a den for you. What do you say?" he queried with an inviting touch to the words. He started into a trot the opposite way, not waiting for the other wolf to follow, but went at a slow enough pace for him to catch up. If he didn't want to come, then that was fine with him.