Greatwater Lake won't you share this jam with me?

He turned his head at the arrival of the stranger. The sounds belonged to a young patchwork wolf. Seemed to be about his age. The smell of Blackfeather rolled into his nose. Though he wasn't fond of their neighbors at all, Issun kept a neutral stance. Malice didn't want to start a war and the yearling would respect her orders.

"Hello," he greeted. "What might your name be?"