Silvertip Mountain Group Story Time

He still wasn't happy about Neverwinter being claimed by the pack next door. The female he hated with a fervour he had never felt before; such passion for hatred he never knew could exist! Chaska's howl went up calling for those with time to listen and FitzDutiful made his way solemnly to the place. He needed to call a meeting, to get the opinion of his family on what they should do. If they were to run off the Neverwinter Forester's it made sense to do it now, while they were weak, than to do it when they matched.

He didn't care about the loss of a hunting ground, it was one they only went to for a bit of diversity but there were other forests around. The herds that lived their would begin to move with wolves living their permanently too. They weren't stupid. But now was a story, then was the meeting. He arrived, obviously with a weight hanging heavy over his head, and he greeted Chaska with a small smile while musing over the situation at hand.