Stone Circle Make me your deadman

His enthusiasm was utterly adorable, and Mara couldn't help but giggle at his response. Camlo was one to always be submission, a trait she once lacked back when she had no idea what submitting was - to others that is. As a pup she hadn't been trained to submit, and her home was destroyed before given the chance, she was lucky enough that Steady didn't chase her off Silvertip's ground when she showed up looking neautral as ever, not a thought of submitting floating about in her mind. 

Her head tilted to the side, she began to wonder how the witch-like burnette could decipher the colorless silhoutette's name. "Is Camlo your real name?" Mara questioned, her eyes squinting somewhat, trying to read his reaction. It took extra observation to see what he had to say, since he couldn't just voice it aloud. She didn't mind though, it's what made the wolf even more special than his upbeat personality.