Silvertip Mountain One cycle around the sun

Sorry for being late! Sick in bed :(

The ghostly male was late to the howl, it seemed. His paws carried his scarred body to a group. He quickly dipped his head. He was out looking for some herbs, and hunting when he couldn't come across herbs. He was pretty far away when the pack was summoned. When he appeared, he moved in the pack quietly, offering a dip of his head and small smiles to those he gave him one. He shook out his fur, and pricked his ears up to see what the howl reason was for. Everyone seemed to be relaxed, so he knew it wasn't a medical, or at least severe emergency. He kept his body at a less dominant position, respecting those above him, just showing respect.