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Alfie was pleased that the young wolf responded to him. And also that he seemed to be impressed of his feathers. Without preening, Alfie looked awful, his feathers naturally puffed up. Looking good was always an important factor to the young owl. The older wolf left, apparently he didn't care to meet Alvorris. Oh well, the brown owl thought, turning back to the white pup and said cheerfully. Hi! I'm Alvorris, but you can call me Alfie. And you are? He had very calm and lax attitude, he wanted to please, but wasn't desperate. 

He had deemed the little wolf safe and quickly glided down to a lower branch so as to hear and see him better. Alfie was always open to making new friends, and the younger the wolf he found, they were more open minded. The last wolf he met, Sebastian, was a bit of a snob to him. Or at least that was Alfie's view of it. Perhaps the wolves from this part of Teekon were nicer than those of the Valley.