Silvertip Mountain moving on

Silvertip Mountain; not a lot of wild wanderers explored the rocky outlands of this area. The scents were scattered far and wild, telling Epic it was the road less travelled. Good, because that is how he liked his cup of tea. Although, completely alone? His eyes blinked with a newfound curiosity as there was another wolf in the near vicinity. And, for better or worse -- he hadn't made a choice just yet -- she smelled of pack. A wildling, as he would like to call them.

The scawny yearling was not prone to take risks anytime soon in an area that was new to him. Even if these were supposedly called neutral grounds. "Hey, hey -- you -- wildling." His voice announced his presence. Epic was already guessing they were going to cross paths anyway so it was a good opportunity to steal the moment. Although, frozen in time, he just stood there. Uncertain how to react next. Because, how wild were these wildlings anyway? Did they accept the presence of wild wanderers (lone wolves) on neutral grounds? No matter how good or how bad; he was about to find out. Luckily he was quick on his feet.