Ravensblood Forest featherlight

The call was not missed by the man, but it seemed two of his pack mates had beat him to the callers. His fiery eyes skimmed over Samothes, offering the man a quiet nod of greeting, and his eyes lingered warmly upon Durnehviir, feeling a spark of protectiveness surge within him as he noted how close both she and the pale male were to one another.
 
He swallowed the insecurity – instead, his eyes lifted to take in the sight of the strangers, and sidling up alongside his comrades, Constantine’s form lifted in display of his rank, though he did not take the stance aggressively so. Instead, his muzzle canted lightly to the side for a moment, his ears sweeping forward intently as he paused for a moment. “I’m sure you’ve both already introduced yourselves to my pack mates – but I’m afraid I’ll need to be filled in. Who are you and what’s your intentions?”
 
Whether they spoke for themselves or one of his companions filled him in, it didn’t matter – instead, the stocky wolf shifted his weight, curious about the two before him.