Silvertip Mountain My heart knows things my mind resists

Another pack wolf approached and asked FitzDutiful if he wanted to explore the land with them. It would be nice to have some company while doing his mountain surveying but all of a sudden he felt worried that another pack was considering branching off and making Silvertip Mountain their home.

Deciding to be just as forthcoming as she had been he responded with a nod and lifted himself up off the rock to begin a walk with her by his side. "Together sounds good, I was surveying the mountainside to make sure it wouldn't be a danger in the near-future. How about yourself, planning on making a home here?"

It scented as if she belonged to a pack already, but then again so did he and he was considering it. At the same time, it wasn't a scent his recognised but he knew that there were a fair few packs up north that he had yet to come across. Even closer packs like the Spine and the Plateau he regularly avoided contact with. After all, there was no use in provoking them.