Blaze padded down the from the mountains, his breathing was rasping, but as he reached the lower altitudes, his breathing evened out. His eyes darted from side to side in distrust. He seemed to distrust everything, everyone now-a-days. He had no reason not too. His hated Josh, if Josh had just fought he'd be back in the pack as second under his parents. But Josh had to back down. Blaze was taught never to back down so Blaze took it as a trick. But it was no trick. Blaze had it figured out, Josh taught him that, so that when the challenge came and he backed down, Josh would died. Josh had been rather old and was saying how he wasn't his old fighting self before the challenge. He must have decided if he was going down, Blaze was going with him. His honor stripped from him.
His eyes darted at a familiar scent. A vole, the food he ate kept him alive. He'd been so hot-headed and mad recently he had had no luck with the prey. He crouched down, his tail folded under him and tight to his belly as he stalked it carefully. He raced then for it, the snow crunching slightly as he leapt at it and landed on it. It's neck held down by it's paws. A successful hut, perfect, he needed the food. He put it out of it's misery with a bite to the neck. He sat down eating his scrumptious prey. He noticed some herbs nearby. The arts of balsamaceous had never interested him. but they sure did help when he was injured in a fight.
He continued eating, his eyes watching for any wolves that dared come near him. His nose smelling for any predators. Lastly, his ears perked up in attention, listening for someone who was brave enough to brave the bad stormy weather of the foothills that led up to the dark and secretive mountain.
"speech"
It's time to begin, isn't it?