Silvertip Mountain But feathers are meant for the sky

It was a surprising request in Niita's opinion at least, she had expected him to talk about how she should stay away from the clearing all together-even if she hadn't entered it-or maybe even yelling. But perhaps he was just waiting to do that on their walk. 

Either way, Niita agreed with a nod. Out of all the wolves in Silvertip Mountain she knew Steady the best, given her short time there so far. Turning she began to walk, falling in step with the large black male.