Silvertip Mountain And yes I've dreamt of you too

Despite the snowflakes, Mason saw the movement down the mountain through the clear skies. Eddies and whirls cloaked the figure in mystery, but he was sure it was not a pack member. As far as he knew, all were  tucked up tight further up the mountain. He had been the only one that morning to venture out. Excitement forgotten, Mason’s throat constricted and he thought about what to do.

With a howl to the skies, Mason called for @FitzDutiful or @Steady to join him. He wasn’t sure how close they were, or what he would do if they didn’t come. With that, he began to thunder down the mountain towards the intruder. He was a small spitfire, ready for action, and he could see far ahead the wolf who thought she was not over their borders. He realised she was certainly not a pack member and he slowed his pace, to ensure he had breath in case no backup arrived and he needed to flee. “Ho!” He shouted loudly from a distance. “Get out!“ and there was a snarl to his voice.