Silvertip Mountain What few friends we have

He listened intently as she spoke of her new pack, nodding that he understood. Sounds regal, he said with a smile. He didn’t really know where Golden Glad was, but with so many of his pack going for the Scouting trade, he didn’t have any doubt he would soon know about all of Teekon Wilds, without even have left home. He counted that as a big advantage.

She accepted his offer of a tour, and Steady smiled, turning to Ezekiel, expecting to see somewhat of the same reaction. What he got, however, was an open mouth, albeit silent. Steady waited, but Ezekiel didn’t see to have anything to say. His friend got up, letting the moment pass, and Steady took that as an acceptance of what was going on. He motioned towards the both of them to follow. Have you ever lived on a mountain before? he asked Shalon as they walked. He steered the group inward of the border, but not directly, choosing instead to head towards the river. It would be in the territory, but he wasn’t pushing it and taking her into the heart of the territory. After all, that’s where Adeline was, so he thought, and since Shalon wasn’t interested in joining, he simply couldn’t give her that much leeway.