Dragoncrest Cliffs 'sentimental boy' is my nom de plume

The soft chuffing behind Prince drew his attention, and he turned to see a striking white wolf. He was tall, broader of shoulder than Prince, and against the dark of night his pelt almost seemed to glow. Briefly, he was slightly alarmed, but another second passed and Prince recognized him, through scent, as a packmate.
Rust-colored eyes fixed on the other, and he tilted his head slightly.
Hello. I don't think we've met; I only arrived a short time ago. His tail wagged slightly as he greeted the larger wolf. I'm Prince.