Silvertip Mountain He'll Be Coming Down The Mountain

Breaking down to a fast walk, the tawny female scoured the mountain side in search of the wolf or animal that could've fallen. Her eyes racing around like her beating heart, she saw the large pile of rocks at the bottem. Her eyes settled on the grey wolf at the bottom, she had found it.

"Are you okay down there?" She asked loudly, jogging down the hill with her large paws. He didn't look severely hurt, there wasn't any blood, but she noted how he presented himself, ready to attack a threat.

Slowing down her pace, she reached the flat ground with a small thud and lowered her tail and hackles. Tilting her head in the slightest manner, she took a step forward. "I heard a scream come from over here, are you alright? Are you hurt?" She asked, a twinge of curiosity intertwining its way into her voice.