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

"Friendly," he chuckled, his mind straying back to Steady's words. They didn't seem friendly. He'd been spending all his time on the outskirts, too worried about encroaching on their lands. But that's just my fault, he told himself firmly. I'm a part of this pack, and if I act like it, they won't turn me away.

"Where should I put this?" he asked, setting his paw on the otter. It wasn't much, but it would be plenty for the pups. Perhaps that would buy him some favor. "And did you want any, incidentally? You seemed... pretty hungry." And hedgehogs didn't have a lot of meat on them, he didn't think.