Silvertip Mountain He'll Be Coming Down The Mountain

The grey wolf certainly was confused. How was he supposed to know how long? But for her sake, he gave a wild guess. "Uh...a few months?" he answered with an unsure touch. If only he knew how close he was.

She started off, and he attempted to hurry after her. Only to end up stumbling, tripping over his own paws and quickly recovering. "Lead the way, darlin'. I'll follow anywhere" he spoke. He really was trying, but did not see how much he was failing.