Silvertip Mountain This will be your task.

Odette let herself be guided out of the den by her Mother, following her siblings.  Her eyes began to flit around once she was out of the den, nervously.  As the pups bright blue eyes settled onto the strong looking male that displayed a sleek black coat, she stared at him with a questioning look.  How was this wolf?  What was his purpose here?  Her thoughts stopped quickly though as she heard one of her brother’s speak, her eyes now alight  with surprise and curiosity as he said a single word: Stock.

Her tail gave a small wag and she gave her brother a playful nudge, as if to congratulate him for being the first of the four siblings to exactly form a word.  Then her focus fell steadily one-hundred percent back on the black furred male.  Her eyes filled with pure wonder.  Who was this?