Silvertip Mountain When Snows Arrive

Chaska listened to the alpha's answer. And he gave his question an answer as well. One that made his curiosity peak. Looking back to the stones, he was drawn to the almost-square one. For some reason, he found it very peculiar. An odd shape among round stones. The odd one out. Standing upright, swaying a little on tired legs, he pushed himself forward and picked up the stone between his teeth, feeling the smooth texture against his tongue. He withdrew back to his seating, before placing it down at his fore paws.