Silvertip Mountain I am ready now

He had been patrolling the borders since late morning. It seemed his brain didn't feel so frazzled if he was moving, and he didn't care if he was wasting energy. He just needed to move. The howl that reached his ears wasn't quite welcome, but he wouldn't ignore it. He was already heading in that direction, anyways. 

His ears perked when the wolf came into view, his eyes squinting. Was that Desna? He hadn't really ever expected to see her again, though he had invited her here the last they met. A hint of a smile appeared on his maw, though it wasn't nearly the one he would usually have to greet her. Desna, he greeted warmly. What brings you here? He figured she was visiting, remembering she hadn't wanted to join a pack last they spoke.