Silvertip Mountain The end of the line

Steady patrolled through the territory, as it seemed he always was. He wasn't particularly paying attention to his surroundings at the moment, however, his mind lost in itself. He was reflecting on how much his life had changed in the nine months since he had come here. Half that time had been relatively bliss, learning and growing with the pack and finding his place within it. His brother's death seemed to be the beginning of the downfall. While things were returning to something akin to normalcy, he still felt a hole within himself. 

So engross in his thoughts was he that he almost completely passed his gray Gamma without even realizing he was there. The wind shifted, bringing his friend's scent with it, and Steady stopped, raising his head to see Ezekiel on top of a mound. Some Alpha's would not have liked another being higher, but Steady was easy as long as there were no negative connotations that came with it. Hey, what's up? he asked, pretending as if he didn't just almost totally miss him being there.