you didn't send me no letter

Tempest carefully poked the small withered berry with an outstretched paw. The dark blue skin that enveloped the berry seemed to be to big for it's contents. With a final hard poke, the skin split and a disappointing tiny geyser of berry juice turned the snow purple. She stood, and began to walk toward the borders, choosing a spot at random.

A large black shape backpedaling ferociously sent Tempest into a fast lope. Normally, she would have sent the other running for the hills, but the pack was small and could do with out enemy's, and really needed new recruits. So she approached the figure with a friendly stance, not yet knowing if the interloper had trespassed or not. "Hello," she called out as she closed the distance between them. She stopped a few feet from the black female, who she didn't recognize. "I'm Tempest, and this"she said, gesturing back with her muzzle. "Is Silvertip Mountain, my pack."