Nimbus Summit six claws

With only a little progress under his paws, he still gleaned his delight from any climb of elevation. It reminded him of home, of comfort, and what he knew when he breathed deep and felt it pool in his chest. While these paths lacked the dense band of bordering forests that the Spear could boast, it was still a rise, and therefore, still satisfying to put beneath his feet as he hiked away from the valleys below.

When a stranger's call broke his silence, he jerked his head upright and aimed it their way, spurred quickly by the unexpected hollers pulling his attention towards the wolf. Tilting his head and lifting a paw in a half step's pause, he was actually more accustomed to being snuck up on than greeted loudly. He still attempted to take it in stride. Hey..! he went and returned with, not quite so loud but hopefully raised enough to carry. The yearling was not sure what he was wanting to ask yet, and his expression likely showed his question marks while he stayed relatively put. What's going on??