Silvertip Mountain And bury the letters left unsent

Will still hadn't been here for long; he was pretty sure he was still the newest member in Silvertip Mountain but he had already gotten pretty used to this strange new territory. It wasn't like he had never been on a mountain before; he'd been on plenty, he just never lived on one. He had, after all, lived all his life by the coast and when he was a loner...well, he hadn't technically stayed anywhere for more than one night. So, if Will was honest with himself, he was pretty proud of himself for getting used to this new environment so quickly. But while he was getting used to the new environment, he still hadn't met much of his packmates which made him feel like an utter failure because if they were suddenly called to battle and he had to fight alongside wolves he didn't even know, he wasn't sure if he was able to fight as well because if you didn't know a wolf, how could you trust them?

So Will made it his new personal goal to meet more of his packmates. Not really having anything to do right now as he wasn't in the mood to patrol or hunt or do anything productive for the pack, he decided to wander around, hoping that he would somehow bump into a wolf from the pack. The sky was cloudy today, filled with pale gray clouds, dimming the sunlight and casting a grim shadow over the whole of Teekon Wilds and giving the panther a strange feeling of foreboding which ran down his spine in the form of an icy chill as if he'd just took a cold shower. He shook it away, however, frowning for a second before relaxing his tense muscles and continuing on his not-so-casual stroll through the territory.

The wind decided to take pity on him and blew over the scent of a wolf. For a moment, Will thought it was an intruder in Silvertip Mountain territory and almost instantaneously, his hackles bristled along his spine and he adopted an aggressive position, legs tensed, ready to race off to wherever the guy was. But then he sniffed more carefully and realised it was a pack wolf. Cursing himself for his stupidity, Will began making his way towards the stranger and soon found the stranger. Covered in shades of gray and graced with eyes of beautiful blue, the wolf was a male, and a pretty one at that but there was something about him that told the inquisitive wolf something wasn't right. It was an innate ability of his, to seemingly sense other emotions.

Will approached quietly, almost cautiously, his posture submissive but his tail wagging amiably. "Hey," he said with what he hoped was a charismatic smile. "Are you...okay?"