Silvertip Mountain When Snows Arrive

Chaska stood to his paws at hearing the alpha's howl. Right away, he began trotting along. The coming cold was soon to be upon them, and he had prepared himself as best he can, expanding his den a little wherever he could. He may yet survive this winter, like the past ones.

He found Fitz and Zaria near a misty lake, the grounded cloud rolling in swiftly. The mist suited him, clouding everything from him, but also towards him. No one would see him coming. A good defensive position, if one was to learn the lay of the land. He sat on haunches across the couple, catching a glimpse of the arrival of the alpha's daughter. Chaska gives a bow of his head, his tail swishing softly from side to side across the ground.