Silvertip Mountain The good and the bad side of life

Chaska couldn't help but chuckle, his tail wagging. As soon as the first pup saw him, it decided to growl. At least, it sounded like a growl. He lowered himself until he was laying down, now at their level. More pack members began to arrive, and more pups. One of them came right over to the pack members, nose held high. They were so young, younger than Mason and June when he met them.

He lifted his head to bow it at the one that came strolling over, as if she were a queen. Out of respect. She looked like the type that enjoyed showings of respect. After, he put his head back on the ground. He observed them, not putting names to appearance yet. He couldn't wait to tell this lot a story. And he had the perfect idea for one.