Moonspear she was young and all she had was the city

On one of his patrols of his magnificent mountain's borders, Charon noticed someone in the distance. He wondered if it was yet another that wished to join him upon the tallest, most magnificent mountain of the Wilds; they had been full for some time, and therefore his standards were sky high, so whenever someone'd leave only the best would be allowed back in (unless they were friends or family, of course). As he approached closer and closer, Charon realised that she looked a lot like him — her coat and speckles were browner and warmer than this, and her freckles seemed more meticulously placed, as though someone'd paid great detail to put them in the right places. But other than that, she was probably the most like-him-looking wolf he'd met.

He approached with his head arched, befitting of a monarch of his status, his Alpha status written on his body. As he got closer he noticed her striking eyes, very different from his. With a charming smile the young Alpha approached, and he awaited what she had to say and how she would carry herself in the presence of such a great King, curious what her business was here.