Silvertip Mountain Finding Another Home

IC joining is the only way to join this pack, as far as I know :)

It'd been a charged, tempestuous few days. Sometimes it seemed like everything was perfect and back to something that was far better than what he'd come to call 'normal', and sometimes he still itched and ached for something more.

Doe had come to him, alive and healthy, and that was all he'd ever wanted except... whenever he'd pictured their reunion, she'd come to Silvertip to stay with him, and she'd need him.

He missed that about home, he supposed. He missed feeling needed.

And of Donnelaith, he was unsure. She'd told him to go, and he'd wanted to, at first, but now? Sometimes hope is too strong a god, he thought sourly. Doe had spoken pretty words about his healing, and he could hold on to that. But if he went to Donnelaith and the healer was unable to help him, he would again have none.

"Maybe it's best this way," he mumbled, ambling back toward his den near the border. The sound of a voice roused him from his thoughts, and he charged toward the sound with his tail flagging in the air. She seemed to be nearer than he thought Steady would like; most newcomers waited at the base of the mountain. Although, when he thought about it, he remembered that he hadn't.

"Who goes there?" he asked sternly, eyes raking over the lone female. Silver, with warm eyes. He couldn't be sure about their color, but he imagined that they were somewhat like his own had been, before the fire.