Porcupine Ridge A Potential Member

The black wolf nodded, and introduced himself. "You can relax. I'm Tagg, and this," he jerked his head behind him, toward the expanse of peaks that formed the ridge, "is Porcupine Ridge. If you're looking for a home here, you have to be able to pull your weight. You have to be useful." He lifted a brow as his questioning gaze rested on her pale face. Though he was far more receptive towards females, he would not accept a wolf by merit of their gender alone, and to his own inward amusement, he supposed Capriccio would eat his tail if he did.