Silvertip Mountain So now I just sit in silence.

The alpha had searched the mountain for hours, tracking the herd of deer that frequented his territory. At one point, he had found them, but his attempts to hunt the herd solo had been completely unsuccessful. Even if he hadn't been thinner than normal and already run ragged, his chances of successfully taking down one of the creatures would have been very low. Still, he had tried, driven by the need to feed his children and pack.

As the sun began set, he had finally decided to give up and return home. Kavik hated that he would be returning empty handed, but he had exhausted his energy for the day and he hated being gone from the creek for too long, especially with their small number of adult pack members. He would be more useful patrolling or checking in on his family apparently. 

It was as he was making his way down the rocky slopes that he picked up the fresh scent of a stranger. He paused, lifting his head to sniff the air, and then got to work tracking the wolf down. He found her sitting on a ledge, gazing down at the wilds below; it was a view he admired as well. She spoke something in a foreign language, and the only thing he could tell was that it was not the French spoken by his mates and children. 

He released a deep chuff as he drew closer, not wanting to startle the woman, especially when she was sitting so close to the edge.