Silvertip Mountain Your face-saving promises, whispered like prayers

I hope he won't be a snack! Thank you for starting!

Steady was newly appointed as a pack member of Silvertip Mountain, and his first few days in the territory had been learning the layout of it, and protecting its borders. He had yet to meet his niece or nephew, but it was on his list of things to do. He was eager to get to know them, but he understood that his leaders needed to know that he was here for the pack, and would pull his own weight. Fate, it seemed, would be in his favor today, though.

It was still early morning, and he wasn't sure how much of the pack was still up or who was sleeping. Still, he made his way around silently. A noise brought him to a halt, his ears perking. He caught sight of the light-colored young male, chuffing to get his attention. Trotting over in hopes of catching up, he noticed his matted fur and his saddened expression. "Hey," he said softly. "Are you okay?" He wasn't aware this was his nephew, but he was concerned all the same. If someone had upset his pack mate, that would upset him.