Silvertip Mountain He'll Be Coming Down The Mountain

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The grey wolf lay still. Then twitched. It's legs first, then it's ears began doing flip-flops against his head. His tail swished a bit. And lastly, his eyes open. Only to find themselves looking upon an unfamiliar place. So many questions ran through his mind.

"Where am I? Who am I? And why does my head hurt?" He reached a paw to the sore part as he lay there, whimpering at the pain of the soft touch. Then he hears something coming toward him. He jumped to his feet, ready for whatever comes with his ears folded back and tail a little higher than usual. Or, at least, his old self usual.