Silvertip Mountain My Wounds Run Deeper Than My Veins

Chaska eyed the other wolf. He took in their features so that he would not forget, once their name came up later in the conversation. If it did. Frankly, he didn't care at the time. He shook his head at the question. "Came back after a journey south. This pack, it was good to me..." "And I still have a promise to keep" he added silently in thought. 

"Are you?" he asked, ears perking up to hear an answer. If he hadn't changed at all, he would have been going on about how great this pack was, and would have asked if they wanted to hear a story be now. But he was not in any mood to tell one.