Silvertip Mountain The Big Beginning

Chaska wandered effortlessly, searching for...well, something. He had forgotten why he had gone in the first place, and just went with it. It was a peaceful day. The soft wind blew on his fur, bringing with it the scents of the forest. But he stopped suddenly when the smells changed. The scent of a wolf. He traced it to where he found wolf. To be more precise, a wolfess. He hid behind a low rock, lying close to the ground, not wanting to startling her. Even though the others had been calm on their first meetings, he didn't want to do anything stupid. And at this range, he was certain he didn't want to. Once he was sure enough to come out, he did so with a greeting.

"Hello there. Are you new to the mountain?" he asked, cocking his head slightly. If she was not, then this was a bad distance to be at, considering that if she were facing him at the time, he'd be close to getting into her face.