Silvertip Mountain Where is she?!

FitzDutiful was on patrol - yet again - when the howl went up. A howl for a question? He went towards the caller, wondering what the question could be and loathe to answer any questions. With Zaria's heat over, FitzDutiful was well aware of what their activities could produce and now he was on the lookout for the signs of it. From his counting they were maybe a week or two in and if anything was forming it was probably too soon to tell. Still, it meant he was going to be more strict on what happened on the borders for fear of anything finding a way in if pups were on the way.

So when he approached the border he noticed something was off. Her scent, it was too strong and too close to the borders for comfort. Right now, she was a few steps away but FitzDutiful was in a mood and she was too close for comfort. Why was her scent so strong along their borders? With a small growl his hackles raised slightly as he approached the silver wolf.

"What do you want with Silvertip?" he questioned, with the smallest hint of threat in his voice.