Wolf RPG

OOC: Nearby Black Deer Plateau's southeast borders-- not threatening to encroach on them, but near enough to smell there's a pack there.

Continuing to follow the flow of Whitefish River, Leon found himself traveling northwest. Eventually, Leon had crossed the river to come out in the flatlands on the other side. Continuing to wander aimlessly to the northwest, he had a mountain to one side, the other to the other and a clearly marked pack border directly in front of him. He'd either have to climb the mountain or cross the river again to continue on this path and avoid trespassing.
The Hughes man was naturally a hardass rebel, but he has respect for the borders of packs. He wouldn't trespass because he wasn't a piece of shit. But he was very curious... this was the first pack he'd come across since coming to the Wilds. He wanted to inspect it and see what it was, what they had to offer... the temptation to go up to the borders and call for someone was strong, but he stood back; resisting. His interest was clearly on the plateau and he showed it in his curious posture. Large ears tilted forward, attention rapt upon the high-laid lands covered in green. Could he even get up there from where he was?
Not that he was daring enough to look. Not unless he was invited... but then he'd have a tour guide. That sounded nice. Was that how one scoped out potential homes? He wouldn't know, he'd never been in a pack before. Years had been spent alone or in the solitary company of his brother. But pack life called to him and he was beginning to listen.

He thought he might end up not catching sight of any of the members of the territory before him before he decided to wander off. Either that or he might be aggressively chased off even though he wasn't even close to trespassing... one of the reasons he had yet to join a pack in his four years of life was being in the wrong place at the wrong time; he'd end up finding a pack full of dicks who tried to attack him for getting close, so after a few of those run-ins he did his best to avoid coming close to anyone's borders.
As bright silvers scanned the area ahead of him, they caught sight of a rust-and-white colored form standing watching him. No, she wasn't standing... she was carefully walking toward him. He stayed still and his ears finally perked forward showing she had his attention. Though Leon did appear wary, but not skittish enough to turn around and run off. He was huge by comparison to her but he was wary of being attacked nontheless. Plus... she might be little, but she was also female, from the scent he finally caught. His pink nose lifted slightly as he sniffed the air, gathering more information about her from the breeze that carried her pack-heavy scent.
She didn't draw terribly close and there was still a comfortable distance between the two wolves that were now staring at each other, obvious aware of the other's presence. An ear twitched before his dark, narrow head tipped slightly to the side; his curly tail was held still above his rump where it normally was. Rather than speaking, he tested the air with a friendly whine at the nameless dual-toned woman. He even added a light tail-wag; his demeanor showed he was amicable and friendly. From there he would judge her reactions.

Being quite wary, Leon was ready to turn and bolt if he needed to. But he made sure to not be skittish and run for no reason. Which was a good thing, because as he lingered, watching the red-and-white female, he noticed she lowered herself into a play-bow. His ears perked forward and his head visibly tipped to the side in minor confusion and curiosity.
Her first yip caused him to jump. But not a startled jump-- rather the beginning of bubbling excitement. The second he jumped again and briefly lifted his front paws off the ground before slapping them back down. Third he batted the ground with them before he bowed himself, giving her a toothy grin and a furious curly tail wag before he returned her yips with a much gruffer, more masculine yip of his own; it trailed off into an excited growly-whiny.
Without waiting for a more clear invitation, he jumped up from his bowed position, all four paws clearly coming off the ground before bolting over toward her and kicking up dirt and grass behind him as he ran. Leon ran full speed at her and at the very last second jerked away, continuing to go full speed as he made a u-turn to come back.
This time when he got close he slid gracefully to a halt several feet in front of her before he pranced over to her; he picked up his darked-socked front legs high before slapping his paws back to the ground with each step. Once he was about a foot away he lowered his head suddenly and let out another whiny-growl, rolling head head as he did so.

What a wonderfully magical place these lands were turning out to be. He couldn't say he'd ever been greeted so close to a pack's borders like this-- or like this at all, let alone with a stranger. Whoever this chicka was was sure alright in Leon's book, that's for sure.
Bright eyes watched the foxy female in all her adorable reactions that only pumped up the playfulness Leon was feeling. The excitedness growing and tail continuously a fluffy blur behind him, he grinned at her. Ears folded back momentarily before popping forward instantly at the sudden movement of the girl moved away quickly.
The moment she came running near again he jerked himself into a standing position with his head held high upon his neck and tongue lolling out of the side of his muzzle; an excited jump was given at the nip before another one at the stranger tumbling before rolling around on her back, kicking dainty paws in the air.
Suddenly he moved his tall form toward her and met her face-to-face, plopping his chest down onto the ground while his rump stayed up and curly tail wagging fiercely. His arms were to either side of her head and he nipped playfully at her face, play growling in a gravelly manner. Nothing but puppy joy filled those silver eyes, delighted in his impromptu playmate.