CLAIM - Silvertip Mountain

The yearling was climbing one of the many rocky boulders strewn around her den site. her injuries had healed completely, the past behind her. She had finally reached the top, and lay with her paws folded in front of her face. As she lay her cheek against the cold snow, memories of the past few days came back to her. With Fitz to lead them, the pack had established borders and filled the few caches dotted around the territory. Tempest was a tiny bit nervous at the numbers of the pack, they were so few.

Fitz's howl rent the air, telling of the new pack that had sprung up at the base of the silver mountain. She listened for a moment as more voices joined his, then with a smile to big for her face, let loose a beautiful howl that spoke of happiness, excitement and joy. She let all of her emotions flow into the howl, kept at it for as long as she could, the eerie but beautiful melody drifting across the landscape.