Silvertip Mountain History Is Written By The Victor

No problem

Chaska caught sight of the black wolf, and gave a quick nod of greeting his way, his own tail lowering and wagging slightly. "Greetings...I have to say, I believe we have not met" he stated, cocking his head a little to the left. After he would get to know this wolf, he would be sure to do what he came out of his den to do. "I am Chaska. You could say I am the 'story-teller' of this pack." He sat on his haunches, awaiting a reply.

"Would you care to know some history on this pack? I may not have been here for a year, but as t turns out, it is part of my trade to do so."