Silvertip Mountain with my hand upon the bible

Posting quick to keep things progressing.

They were at a stand-still until the leader of the wild dogs - the big white creature - spoke to them. His words addressed the group, but mostly were for Twister's ears; Szechuan was disinterested. She wanted to charge in and start something, but at the same time, couldn't do that. Such action would be detrimental to them all. And if these beasts were willing to give up precious food in the winter time, the opportunity could not go to waste. Still, Szechuan let a rumble loose from her throat, a brief sound of raucous frustration, and side-eyed Twister. If she had her way, the mottled dog would not give in to these easy terms. A fight could still be had.