Silvertip Mountain Crooked Young

Peak pricked up his ears to hear another's footsteps. He turned his head to see the movements, the shadows, but he was unable to identify the wolf he had come upon. He slowly, and quietly walked, until the scent of another pack mate, female. He moved, so he could see her, he caught her limp, and the faint smell of blood he had gotten used to filled his nostrils. He stepped quietly into a place the man could be seen by the lady. He dipped his head in greeting once he was seen. The ghostly male walked closer to her. "Hello, I am Peak. Have you been hurt?" He said, pricking his ears up, eyeing the bloody paw.