Silvertip Mountain Energy is the gift of youth

Chaska nodded. A smile spread at the same time as one came to Alastor's. Once again, he knew this wolf would be a friend. And a good one at that. Well-mannered, curious, all the things that would be seen in a gentle-wolf. His tail swayed a little out of joy.

"Indeed I am. And a good one, at that. But I let others be the judge of that" he admitted. He did not like bragging at all, and if one bragged to him, he'd probably tone out right away.

He looked back to see the young wolf following, which is what he expected. The same with the question soon after. He shrugged and answered the question,

"Truthfully, I do not have a set category. Just whatever comes to mind, really. One day, it might be about a wolf saving a damsel in distress, and the next it may be a dark massacre." He looked back to the front, catching movement of what appeared to be a pale fluffy rabbit. "Found something ahead. Looks like a rabbit...you want to make the first move, or shall I?" he challenged in a friendly way, readying himself in a crouched stance with his hind legs ready to spring him forward.