Silvertip Mountain The end of the line

Steady thought for a moment, looking back on his home pack life, and how they had chosen the names. You know, I don't really know how they chose the names. We got them at birth, or at least young, before I can remember. No one ever told me I had to be a certain way. They just raised me how they raised everyone, and I guess it just happened that I am steady, he said with a chuckle. 

He felt a little different these days, leading instead of following, but he felt he was getting a good hang of it. The wolves of Silvertip did give him a pretty easy job, he had to admit, though. They mostly got along well, and fixed things among themselves. The harder stuff he could focus on because of that.