Silvertip Mountain Thanks For The Memories

Chaska saw sense if Fitz's words. And opportunity. An opportunity to turn his life around. Becoming stronger in the skills of fighting would help him. Physically and emotionally. So he nodded in agreement.

"I will do it. If it helps the pack, then it shall be my main focus...perhaps make my tales have more action" he joked. That brought his own mood up. "Who would be best to help me?" he asked. He hadn't really seen anyone fighting. Only hunting.

The gesture Fitz gave Chaska somewhat hepled. But also made him a little...awkward. In his time of being alone, he had not had any physical contact with any other wolf. So he slid his rump to the side, moving the rest of his body with it.