Moonspear wilding like that coyote

Rannoch's head lifted at the sound of Dirge's call. The voice that had summoned Rannoch's attention was one that he didn't recognize, and when he looked at the individual in his path, the Delta realized that he had no idea who the wolf before him was. Despite his lack of certainty of Dirge's identity, Rannoch perked his posture and moved to clear the distance between them. 

"Hello," he greeted once he had stopped before the Lambda, his nose twitching as he examined the other's scent. It was evident that this wolf was a member of the pack; the earthy smell of the mountain had already added to the foundation of Dirge's odor. To Rannoch's surprise, there was another distinct scent that stuck out: the rugged perfume of the pack's Beta. 

"Friend of Hydras?" he asked with a smile, his tail wagging from its poised position in the air.