Silvertip Mountain I hate being alone

Steady listened intently as Peak confessed he supposed to be raised as a warrior. Steady had been a natural since he had a high protection instinct when it came to his family. Being a mercenary just fit him. He couldn't imagine, however, being forced to become something that he didn't want to be. It did, however, bring up a question. We're a pretty peaceful pack, but we have had intruders from time to time. Do you feel comfortable doing what you need to so that they are taken care of? he asked. Steady needed to know that Peak could run off or attack anyone that meant harm to their pack, without pause.

While Steady's tail was still high, it swayed back and forth easily, showing his relaxed posture. He listened to Peak speak of his healing abilities, though the other male seemed a little nervous that he would boast about himself. No need to apologize. It isn't rude to be confident in your abilities. I'm glad you know how good you are, especially if you are ever needed in an emergency, he said. You should bounce some knowledge off of Mason, my nephew. He's a fellow healer, Steady suggested.

Steady lead them to Schläger Cavern, stopping at the entrance. This is another important spot here on the mountain. If we're ever attacked on one side of the mountain, this is the quickest route to escape to the other side, he explained. It also wasn't a bad tool to be used to lead the attackers in and ambush them. Many of the pack wolves stay here since most of the dens at Silvertip Hollow were destroyed in a tornado. We'll go there next, he said, waiting to see if Peak had any questions or comments before moving on.