Silvertip Mountain The Sights I Have Seen

Chaska refrained from answering Steady's question, instead commenting on the landscape. Steady's ears flicked back, a sure sign he was a little irritated that Chaska was trying to skirt his question. But, Steady would not force him to speak of something he didn't want to. He wasn't sure what happened, but what mattered the most was that Chaska was back and safe here. I suspect it will return in full soon, and the prey will follow suit, he responded, a sign to his friend that he had let the other subject drop.

The black wolf nodded to Chaska's kind words of the wolves they had lost. I still hold hope that Mason will return. He and June were so close that maybe her passing made him feel he couldn't stay here any longer. I found no signs of foul play, so I assume he left of his own will, he explained. It was Steady's theory, and the only one that allowed him to sleep. The thought of losing Mason, on top of all the others, was just too difficult to stomach. So, until there was proof, Steady would go on thinking Mason was fine, living on somewhere.

Steady sat back on his haunches on the bank of the river. You should drink, Steady advised. I wish we had a healer to help you. Maybe he could borrow one from another pack? They had now real allies, but no enemies, either. He wasn't sure which packs, though, Fitz had been in contact with that would increase their chances of being lent a wolf who could help.