Sheepeater Cliff Calling Silvermane

Silvermane smiled at the wolf's kind nature, and he was happy that Majesty was open towards him, relieving him of the though that he may not talk to him as a friend no more. Silvermane quickly climbed the steep path, as he spent years in territories where he had to abide to these things on mountain sides. It was not a hard place, and he felt at ease that it was a similar surroundings as his home. He placed himself near the to-be Alpha, grateful that he may pledge to the new pack.

"I understand, " he said, his tone getting lighter than before. Happy that his friend was not a leader as those of other packs. Silvermane felt that his pack, once established will grow under Majesty's open-mindedness, but would he be there to see it all? "How is it, to be creating a new pack?" he asked, he always wondered how it would be to be the Alpha, as he was thinking that one day, once he could go back home and claim his throne as mountain king again. But that moment is far ahead of him, now all he could think of was being in a new place. If he was accepted. Silvermane looked out, at the beautiful view of the night. His mane reflecting the moonlight. His voice was much lower after the time in the mountains, as though he aged abit. But that did not keep him from his happy self.