Silvertip Mountain I've been thinking

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"Some other time," he agreed, his tail thumping once in assent. His eyes tracked the gray wolf's departure, and then dropped down to his own paws when the other was out of sight. Some other time, he thought to himself, his sour mood returning full-force. Maybe this'll just go away on its own. They say time heals all wounds.

Pulling himself together, Grayday stood, stretched, and loped off to find himself a meal.