Silvertip Mountain What you perceive to be the truth and what is real

Phocion gave his alpha the gentlest of smiles at her explanation. "It's all right, Zaria," he said softly. "You have been very busy." He pointed his nose toward Niita. "I don't know if you heard us introduce ourselves before, but this is Niita and I am Phocion. We're very happy to be a part of Silvertip."

His blue eyes left the alpha and sought the pups, finding one, a little scrap of brown fur, behind her mother at the mouth of the cave. She was shivering; Phocion wanted to go comfort her, but knew her protective mother would likely not let him get so close. Instead, he nudged his pelican a little closer to the den and stepped back, waiting for the other pups to emerge.