Silvertip Mountain Back To Me Usual Self

Sure. But he'd know nothing about it. Until later.

The brown dirt got thrown around from under his rear legs. Chaska's Fore paws becoming a blur in the dirt. His curiosity drove him forward. But that wasn't all. An odd sense of familiarity, that made no sense to him. It was driving him crazy, not knowing what laid under the mound of earth.

When he heard someone speak near him, his fore legs stopped moving. Slowly turning his head, he found the voice belonged to a black furred male wolf. And on the ground, in front of him, was a fish. And he just sat there. Chaska guessed that the only reason he would be this close, just waiting for him, he would want his attention.

Opening his mouth a little, he spoke to the male. "Um, can I help you?" he asked. "Cause I'm kinda busy, here. As you can see, no doubt." He went right back to digging as he awaited a response.