Silvertip Mountain The Sights I Have Seen

The grey wolf nodded. He was determined to live just long enough to die peacefully. Not like this. He pushed against Steady, leaning his shoulder on him to get some weight off his wounded leg. "Some mess I am, huh?" This was the worst state he'd ever gotten himself into. Worse than running away from his birth family, worse than that tumble he took back here. And now he would have more constant reminders everytime he looked at some reflection of his face.

"The others still here? Mason? Kryp? June? Zaria and the pups?" Chaska wanted to see them all again. They were the last family he had. "It would be good to meet them again" he said before a pained grunt at another flaring pain in his leg.