Silvertip Mountain Back To Me Usual Self

Happy to thread with you! I hope you don't mind Steady throwing in a gift for you!

Steady had racked and racked his brain for a gift for Chaska, but there wasn't anything he could come up with. Steady didn't feel like a very imaginative wolf, but he knew he had to do something. The only thing he could think of was food, and so he went with it. But, he wouldn't get the normal stuff. He wasn't sure how often, if at all, Chaska ate fish, but Steady hadn't seen or heard of him doing it, so he thought it might be something he could give him.

Early that morning, Steady had headed to the nearest stream to catch his gift. He had arrived just as the sun was coming up, and he found the fish to be sparse. But, there were some following the river. It had taken him a couple hours, but he finally caught an average-sized fish. It wasn't as big as he'd like, but he hoped Chaska would like it all the same.

Steady headed back home at a brisk trot, trying to warm himself up on the way. Fishing in the winter hadn't been a great idea for himself, but it would be worth it. He crossed the borders and searched for Chaska's heaviest scent, following it until he found him. Coming to a stop, Steady dropped the fish at his paws. Hey, Chaska, he greeted. He knew his pack mate had lost his memories, and wasn't sure if he remembered him all that well yet, but Steady tried to treat him as normally as possible. What are you digging for? he asked, his ears perked in interest.