Silverfang dipped his head. "Being our leader is bound to be a heavy burden for one wolf to carry. Once you find a mate, the burden will lighten however."  he smiled. His mizzle bore many battle scars and even though he was not very young anymore, he would fight for this pack with his last breath. There was a caring looking in his stark blue eyes. He remembered when Snowheart was still a young pup and getting into trouble. "I remember when you would fight and attack the others wolves when you were a pup. And a few of them let you win, like myself." he laughed in a rough tone.