Silvertip Mountain New Girl In Town

The Casanova of a wolf awoke when he felt a cold breeze blow over him. His eyes shot open, and he was immediately alert. Only to soften when he saw the one who had found the poor sod. He yawned, it being so big he had to lift his head to avoid his lower jaw hitting the ground. After the long yawn, he began stretching his legs, grunting as he did. And as he stood, somehow, he managed to hit his head.

"Ow. Why does my head have such bad luck?" he asked himself rather loudly, before strolling over to her side, a smile replacing the frown. "Well, this certainly is breathtaking." He paused, using this moment for another one of his compliments. A cheesy one at that. "Just as you are."

Before she would have any chance to nip at him, he began trotting back on course. "So are we going to see the alpha's or what?!" he called back with a bit of playfulness in his tone. "You wouldn't want me to beat ya, would you?!" And just like that, he tripped. And hit his head. Again.