Silvertip Mountain look well, o wolves

Sorry I'm late to the "party". I hope it's ok for me to pop in here.

Vanora hard begun to grasp the basic layout of the territory, though she had yet to map out shortcuts between landmarks in her mind. This proved to be an issue that would need to be addressed sooner rather than later when a howl rang in her ears. Though she was not yet familiar with each individual's howl, this was one she knew she had to respond to. With a short growl to herself, she sped off toward where the voice rang from.

She silently cursed when she arrived, only to see she was rather late to what was most certainly an important happening. She recognized Fitz, Chaska, and Zaria, though the others who were present had not yet been met. Either way, she knew that this was serious. A puma stood before the canines, a young pup hanging in its jaws. She lowered her head, inwardly cursing herself more for being so late. She had barely heard the feline's threat as she had been approaching, but she knew this cat wasn't playing around. Keeping her eyes locked on the pup, she angled her ears toward her leader, waiting an order.