Silvertip Mountain The new girl in town

Phocion's howl reached Steady up the mountain. He paused, his ears perked, listening to the message. A new wolf? Interested in who the male had brought, Steady made his way down the mountain, weaving through the trees, whose leaves had begun to grow back. It would most likely be several weeks before the grounds and forests were lush again, but it gave Steady a renewed hope.

He spotted the pair, glad Phocion hadn't brought her into the territory, as it wouldn't have been his right to do so. He had to admit, the male was smart and he learned quickly. He wondered what their history was, but he knew he wouldn't probe into that just yet. He stopped several feet in front of them, his ears perked and his tail silently showing his rank within the pack. How may I help you? he said, his gaze shifting from Phocion to the female stranger.