Silvertip Mountain PACK MEETING - The mountain tall

Standing on top of the boulder, Tempest gazed down at the fluffy snowbank gathered up against the side of the rough rock. Her green eyes sparked, and she crouched, muscles bunching under her peppered pelt. With a huge leap she flew off the boulder. She laughed at the feeling of free falling, then landed with a startled "oomph" in the snow, sending it into the sky and falling around the delighted fae in a white cloud.
Tempest lay reveling in the snow, coating herself in the cold powder, before a familiar howl had her on her feet, ears perked.

In no time she arrived at the scene of the howl, tail wagging as she noticed Fitz. She greeted him warmly, but eyed the one next to him with distrust. He smelled foreign, and was male. Tempest gazed coldly at him for a moment. She realized that a month ago, she wouldn't have cared. She gritted her teeth, she hated Mikeal and her father for changing that. So she stood and forced a smile on her face. "Hello" she greeted the newcomer. "Who are you?"