Silvertip Mountain Two men of power.

Steady had started out this morning, a day like any other day, patrolling and marking the territory. Unbeknownst to him, a stranger was en route to his borders with information that could very well change things, and it was unclear on whether it would be for the better or for the worse.

The howl that reached his ears was unfamiliar to him, but it was clear that he, and he alone, was being summoned. His eyes narrowed, wondering who this wolf was. He dropped his patrols in favor of this stranger, and made a beeline for him. Steady's head was held high, as was his tail. It was stationary, not waving in friendliness as it normally may have. But, he wasn't aggressive, either. He stopped several yards from the male. Can I help you? he asked, curiosity lacing his voice.