Silvertip Mountain PACK MEETING - The mountain tall

Holy HydroFraking! Every one is talking to Copper!

"That's My name. Don't wear it out!" Copper said, smiling. He had apparently not made a deep enough dent in anybodies memory. That's fine. He didn't want to be known as the smi-teen. Copper laughed at his own wordplay. He was such a clever beast.

His tail wagged with excitement. Who knew what Fitz was going to say. Hopefully he had made his mark in the pack. It would be horrible if he had to wait for a new shipment of wolves to connect with. It might take him awhile. But, he knew that in this stage if he wanted out, he could just leave. But something not yet justified had invaded Coppers' mind. He might find.. Something greater. a real relationship. Not just the satisfaction he 'wanted.' Or did he. Coppers whole way of thinking changed a bit then.
"You don't remember me?" Copper said, genuine concern filling his speech.