Lone Star Mountain Shadows

Onai smiled a weird smile as the wolf first spoke saying he was well met and he dipped his head slightly. The male then proceeded to introduce himself as Warbone. Warbone. He repeated in his head. Sounds like my kind of wolf. He mused to himself. "They call me Onai. Onai Calbero," he spoke respectfully. 

"Warbone. That name mean you're a fighter?" He questioned. "You look like you could be one," he added with a roll of his shoulders. He was curious if this wolf was like him. If they had anything remotely in common. He was in no current mood to be an asshole and besides, information never harmed anyone. Even though he had no immediate need for information. He figured it never harmed anyone. Over the years he had built up quite a database of information on various wolves and packs. Sometimes this was used to his advantage, or others disadvantage. Depending on the relationship with the wolf or pack in question.