Silvertip Mountain what lies in the shadow of the stars

Hope you don't mind me dropping by! And any other pack mates.

Chaska, after being a victim of the memory-wipe he suffered, had spent the past days exploring the mountain, getting his bearings again. Not all of him was there, though. As well as nothing of his other side. On this day, he went along a rocky trail. The same as another unexpected 'guest' he knew not of. Until her scent hit him. It was unfamiliar, which meant two things: New member, or trespasser. And when he smelt no scent of Silvertip on her, he sped forward.

He had the intention of chasing her off. Until he saw her. By the look of it, she looked in desperate need of aid, like an old tree that had been standing for too long. At any moment, it could topple and fall. And on a trail like this, not a good idea. So he did what he thought was right.

Approaching, slowly and having his head held up, but not too high to protect his neck, and his eyes beaded on her. "What are you doing here?" he asked, with a protective, yet not too hostile of a tone.