Silvertip Mountain Finding A New Place

Chaska felt that warm feeling again. No one had commented on his name before, let alone said it was nice. His tail swished around a little, and he tried to gain control, but to no avail. Then she moved a little closer, and immediately he felt a little awkward, trying to shuffle back a bit.

"T-thanks." How could he be nervous now? He was never nervous. He felt like such a child. "I think it comes from a tribe of these tall creatures that respected our kind. I-it means first born, I think." In a way, it's meaning was true. Except there was no second, or third born. Just him.