Silvertip Mountain I'm as real as you are

His heart filled with a small warmth, like a tiny flickering flame, at Gray's words of wisdom. Silvertip would only survive if the wolves in it learned to trust and love each other a little more. The past several weeks had tested them all, but they would heal in time--if they put the effort in.

"I try to always keep my own ears open. I like to listen. I talk too much for my own good," he added with a chuckle, shaking his head in laughter. He turned to look at Anita, a smile still lingering on his face. "Yes," he agreed. "I have you guys."

Phocion began to stare absently around the cave, admiring how the starlight bounced and sparkled off the crystalline cave walls. "It's a beautiful night," he replied quietly, his blue eyes glimmering in the ethereal glow. He then was slightly amused, and touched as well, as Anita voiced the same question he had asked Gray a few minutes ago. They all clearly needed to talk about what was on their minds.