Moonspear new car smell

The wolf still did not speak, but at least adjusted his posture, if only slightly. Floki had never felt the need to display his rank -- he had been well-acquainted with most of Moonspear's members, up until recently -- but there was something about this nameless subordinate that rubbed him the wrong way. He couldn't quite put a finger on it, although he was at least relieved that he hadn't been physically challenged. Although he had sparred with Charon and proudly bore the mercenary trade, he wasn't yet a skilled fighter.

He watched as his silent companion continued along his way, seemingly content to pay him no mind beyond his brief assertion of dominance. The yearling's tail tip drooped briefly, and then he righted it and began to follow the pale wolf, leaving ample space between them. He paused to hike his leg and urinate on a small, scrubby bush, allowing the other wolf to increase the distance, but then trundled along behind him like a suspicious shadow.