Silvertip Mountain When Snows Arrive

Chaska let off a yawn. The night before had not been so pleasant with him. Unconsciously, his forelegs slipped forward, and another yawn came, blocking out the first sentence from his ears. But the second sentence caught his attention, and he sat halfway back up, staring at the stones. One of his eye-ridges quirked up in a skeptical look. How was this going to help with the winter? Then an idea popped into his head. Which was quickly demolished by Fitz's explanation.

He couldn't help but wonder which one represented him. But then, he realized something. The same very thing Zaria asked about. There were indeed six. So whose stone was not present?

"Must we figure out who is who?" he voiced, as Fitz had not said which rock represented who. Of course, he may have been getting ready to say it before Chaska asked. Oddly enough, Chaska thought he may be the moss one. Why? He didn't really know.