Silvertip Mountain look well, o wolves

Hope you don't mind me popping in here. Also, if this is outside the borders, you may want to change it.

Chaska wandered around the mountain, taking his time. He was taking in the scene, for he had decided to that his next tale would be based on a mountain. So he took this time to analyse what he could. But instead, he found something he did not expect.

A puma he thought to himself. It's been so long since I saw one. He had had run ins with them in his younger days, and none were pleasant. So he kept his distance, ready to call for help if it were necessary. He should have then, since it was on their territory. He instead hid, watching it from afar from the safety of rocks. Though there was one thing he had forgotten; the strength of it's nose and it's ears.