Great Bear Wilderness pale touch

An ear flicks back for a moment in thought. Ah! He was indeed a pack wolf, but the way he said that... His pack. Was this man an alpha of some sort? Either way, his complement filled Henryk with a rare sense of pride. He simply smiled and nodded in agreement to his terms. A pack would need the kill much more than he did- so he would seek out only a small section for himself.

What is the name of your pack? Perhaps I'll keep it in mind. Henryk questioned before loping towards the flank to chew off a quick morsel. Once he'd dislodged the still-warmed flesh from the body he turned back to him, tail politely waving behind him.

My name's Henryk. By the way.