Silvertip Mountain Waiting For Spring

Chaska listened to the answer, and it was a common one. As well as being the same thing. This area was a great place to take one's mind off things. Such as past memories. If only his amnesia had taken them from him. He shrugged his foreleg shoulders before answering. "Same here. It's a nice spot here."

He looked around, searching around for something of interest. Something that could continue the conversation. He observed the thick layer of snow. "How is winter doing for you?" he asked with interest.