Silvertip Mountain So you embrace them in the hopes that you'll survive

Takes place shortly after this thread: http://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=16103

Almost there, he thought to himself, unable to keep the spring out of his step or the lift out of his tail. He was hurrying back into the territory with the otter pup swinging proudly from his jaws. He couldn't wait to share his catch with the rest of the pack - especially with the male he'd first encountered at the borders. Eli or something. Grayday couldn't remember, but he knew the male hadn't approved of his presence in the pack.

A thud in the distance made him pause, and after a moment, he made his way in that direction, wanting to make sure that everything was in order. When he came across the white she-wolf, his tail lowered at once, waving uncertainly behind him as he tried to take in her pearly coat once again.

It was a moment before he realized what she'd done, and then his tail began wagging in earnest.

"That's clever," he commented - or meant to. The otter pup hanging limply from his jaws made it come out more like: "Sfaths fehrr."