Silvertip Mountain A New Meeting

Cho didn't appear to have much to say for herself, and that almost concerned FitzDutiful. For a moment he wondered on his philosophy of just accepting any wolf that wandered their way. He would be more careful when young pups were around - as he had been previously - but with winter on the way he hated to turn wolves away.

"Tell me about yourself," he told her, meaning it to be a question but phrasing it more as a statement. They wandered through the ruined forest, on their way to the waterfall. FitzDutiful took the scenery in as they meandered through. It was terribly ruined, he hoped that the winter wouldn't be too harsh on the already broken landscape, but had faith that spring would start to heal it. Already he was sure some plants were turning upright again, moving towards the sun. Nature, after all, took care of her own.