Silvertip Mountain But feathers are meant for the sky

They walked side by side, still no discernible destination ahead. He was glad to have some (mostly) easy conversation. Yeah, it is. It has its ups and downs, but I really liked growing up with a lot of wolves around, he admitted. He was glad Ezekiel, Phocion, and Niita had joined. The pack had begun to have such a unexciting feel to it. Now, there were new members to get to know and show the ropes.

He frowned, shaking his head side to side when asked about June. No, he admitted. The famine proved to be too much. We buried her next to her father just last week. It had been hard to do, and he missed June dearly. The only solace he got was that her silent suffering was over.

In an effort to curb the conversation to, hopefully, something more positive, he asked, So, what do you think of Silvertip so far? It was good to know not only how a new member was faring, but if there were any improvements Steady could make on his end.