Silvertip Mountain The winds of change

Chaska was not surprised at all, although if he had known his troubles in the past, then maybe he would have been. Just a little. He listened intently to the rest of his speech, and it was certainly a smart move. Since he had arrived, they had already lost several, probably wandered off or something of the sort. And the thought of less shelter unfazed him. He had spent nights outside in many storms. Nothing could make that worse. He nodded in agreement, showing his opinion in one single movement.