Silvertip Mountain And if love keeps giving me lemons

He'd gotten the hell outta dodge after his altercation with the other wolf, who'd attacked on sight. Draper was still recovering from his wounds; thankfully none of them appeared fatal. He was a little worse for the wear, but what else was new? With a heavy sigh, he had decided to take himself somewhere less accessible. Sure, it would be more difficult to get in and out, but that meant the same would be true for anybody who wished to bother him. He could heal up there, then return to the fen. Or maybe he would swing by and check on Charles just for the hell of it.

When he heard a voice drawing near (complimenting themselves, no less), Draper couldn't help but get up from his spot and meander toward her, watching his step as he went and trying not to make his aches and pains any worse. Draper never knew what to expect from any wolf he met, so he stood quietly, unwavering as he watched her from a little further ways up the mountain. He was fully prepared to make a break for it and rush past her if she showed any hostility, but he would welcome conversation if she had any to spare.