Silvertip Mountain He'll Be Coming Down The Mountain

This is going to turn out hilarious.

The grey wolf froze when he saw who approached, and relaxed. Thanks to the lump on his head, he was nothing like his old self. He remembered nothing of his old self. If he was anything like back then, he would have greeted this wolf in a much more different way.

"Why, hello there" he greeted with a suave tone, turning his head a bit to focus one eye on her. His tail lowered, his hackles lowered. Even though he had no idea where he was, he was going to have a shot. No matter how bad it sounded.

"And what might be your name, dear?" he asked, winking his eye focused on her. What a smooth move. "And for that matter, who am I" he muttered.