Silvertip Mountain And You Let Her Go

The late night had called to Steady, and willingly obliged. He strolled through the forests, noting the returning foliage. It would be a few weeks, but now at least there was proof that things would return to normal. If the pack could hold out just a little longer, he was sure they would have a feast as soon as the large prey came back.

Odette's yell reached his ears, and he scrunched his face in confusion. Why was she out so late? Was she alone? Quickly, he made his way in the direction her voice came, noting quickly it was the same path he had taken her on just a few nights ago. He made his way up the bank to the ledge, finding her there. Odette, he said worriedly, going to her and attempting to nudge her shoulder, part in greet, part to make sure she was okay. What are you doing up here alone? he asked.