Porcupine Ridge Bought my fate straight from hell

While Anwyl's voice grated and grumbled with the sounds of wolfkind, Vuk's response was wholly silent and much more up Farstep's alley than she likely knew. His gaze on the female elicited a shy submissive response, which didn't alarm him much. He was, after all, the most highly ranked of the three and it was common in his world to defer to those ahead of you in the chain. He couldn't sense the flush of her cheeks suggesting embarrassment or uncertainty.

She stepped forward to survey him, and Farstep held still willingly. His nose worked at the air in front of his face but the for moment, he respected the female's space and privacy. He could tell enough about her without thoroughly inspecting her: she was young, like most of the pack's wolves, and she was a female. That was all he needed to know presently, and it was his turn to step back when Anwyl came forth to investigate.

He let his tail swing more vigorously and barked a rough sound, some sort of invitation for them to join him in... well, something. He didn't know yet if he was in the mood to hunt, patrol or play.