Silvertip Mountain Waiting For Spring

Chaska headed out, determined to warm himself up with movement from the cold. Only to step out into a layer of snow. Chills ran up his legs, though only remained there. He had control over his feelings, not letting the cold spread around his body. The grey male trudged through the snow, coming upon a scent of another pack member. One he did not know. His tail swayed a couple of times as he approached.

He stopped several paces short of the female wolf with a multi-colored fur pelt. "Good morning, yes?" he quipped in greeting. He was interested in meeting another pack member, and possibly showing them his well-known trait throughout the pack of tale-telling.