Silvertip Mountain Another road to travel

Steady had been diligently patrolling and marking the borders. His anger over their new neighbors had lessoned, but not his determination to see they stayed on their side of the border.

It was his duties that kept him away. He had not known anything was wrong until a sorrowful howl reached his ears. He didn't think before he headed in the direction in which it came, his legs not carrying him fast enough.

The scene when he arrived was heartbreaking. It was obvious Fitz was gone, but why? What happened? he asked allowed, though didn't really expect an answer. Gingerly, he stepped to Fitz. Brother, he said softly, his head lowering to Fitz' neck as he nuzzled it gently. A whine escaped his throat as the loss sunk in.

The dark male sat back on his haunches and lifted his muzzle to the sky, singing his loss of a great leader, and a beloved brother.