Silvertip Mountain My heart knows things my mind resists

The yearling mentioned how she preferred flat lands to mountain territory and Fitz has to hold back a smile. Her enthusiasm was infectious and FitzDutiful wondered if he had ever been as eager and the young one in front of him. Fitz wasn't yet two, but he already felt like he was old in his soul.

The question turned back on himself and Fitz shook his head. "I'm primarily here to scope out this mountain and make sure that there's no danger to any packs near here. I'm training to be a naturalist," he explained. He didn't say anything about the fact he had been considering it. After all, mountains helped you keep on eye on any intruders coming. The sides weren't too steep and the natural caves would make perfect dens for the wolves in his pack.

He realised that the two wolves hadn't been introduced and sort to remedy that situation. "My name's FitzDutiful, by the way."