Silvertip Mountain What few friends we have

Ezekiel was quiet as they walked, and Steady wondered why his Gamma didn't get more in on the conversation. He did know his friend was the strong, silent type, but hoped he would get a little more comfortable as the days went on. But, this certainly wasn't an everyday occurrence that a non-pack member got the privilege of being escorted through some of the territory. Steady was a trusting soul, but thought himself a good judge of character. He trusted their visitor, as it wasn't their first meeting, and he hoped Ezekiel realized that.

Shalon spoke of her mother, and Steady glanced to her. Did she grow up here in the Wilds? he asked. He remembered Shalon hadn't been here that long when they first met, but didn't get her history beyond that, as they spoke of more present matters. 

They came upon the river, just south of its waterfall. It could be heard in the distance, though the trees blocked its view. The waterfall you hear is Verde Falls. It's our main water source here, he explained, alerting their path to head towards a rather unique cave. He would bypass Silvertip Hollow, where most of the pack had their dens before the tornado, and Schläger Cavern, where others slept, as well. They headed up the mountain, and Steady was careful not to go too fast, knowing it was a harding trek on wolves who weren't used to traveling up a mountain.