Wheeling Gull Isle I got the woofers in my Jeep

Sockeye was a bit confused by the appearance of the creature that came to greet him. At first he was not quite sure what he was looking at, but the scent of wolf upon her soon mollified him - whatever she was, she was a part of this pack. "Hey there," he called out, standing and offering a bow of his own. His tail wagged against his hocks, the tip curved out instead of in, and his body was curved in gentle deference.

"Lookin' for a boy who looks like me," he explained. "Name'a Steelhead. Seen him 'round here?"

Oh, she was pretty. Sockeye found himself feeling fond of her at once, although he didn't fool himself into thinking it could go somewhere. She smelled like a whole mess of kids, and a girl like that probably had a beau somewhere behind her. Sockeye had to find his own beau, even if Steelhead wasn't half as nice to look at.