Silvertip Mountain Complications

Steady was settling in nicely in his new home. He enjoyed exploring the territory, knowing it would be useful information to know the layout intimately if there were intruders that he needed to cut off. This morning, he had been trying to descend a new part of the mountain, and had slipped, resulting in a long, though shallow, gash on his back left thigh. It didn't impede his use of the limb much, though it did hurt somewhat. The bleeding had at least stopped now, too.

Since his little slid, he had stuck to more flat, sure-footed ground, at least for right now. While out and about, he caught her scent just before she came into view. He chuffed to get her attention, hoping he could meet her since he hadn't yet. "On a mission?" he asked, noting the flower between her jaws. He didn't want to interrupt if she was on her way to do something.