Silvertip Mountain The Sights I Have Seen

At first, he believed no one would answer. That no one would come to see who called out like a dying dying. He wanted someone, anyone, to come to find him and save him from this pain he felt. To shield him from anything that try to give him harm. To see old faces and new.

That's when Steady came, when Chaska felt absolutely weak, barely able to stand. But in his eyes, he didn't recognize the old friend. And when they got close to nudge him gently, he reeled back in reaction, afraid it was someone coming to end his suffering. Then the familiar voice reached his ears, and he knew who stood before him.

A pained grin crossed his muzzle. "Define 'okay'." Before one of his forefeet slipped out. The grey wolf just managed to catch himself on it. Turning his full face to see his friend, his left eye twitched in irritation from the forming scar.