Silvertip Mountain Life changes, but memories don't.

Solemn sniffed at the tongue that was flickering out in his direction, touching it with his own teeny-tiny one. He then spat, deciding that was a terrible idea, and stared at this black wolf with awe. He then decided that this was not a terrible intruder and was not to be forced out, but Stoic appeared the think differently. His pitiful growls filled the den, and Solemn plopped onto his stomach to watch. His little head fell to the side and his tail whumped against the ground with excitment. His family was kind of annoying, he thought, but his all the same.