Aside from the alpha himself, there was only one other pack mate Jensen had not properly introduced himself to. One of his own gender, a higher ranked male by the name of Copper. The moon hung low in the sky by the time the eta made his way to a nearby meadow, settling up along a tree that surrounded the small enclosure and getting himself as comfortable as possible. It would be here that Jensen lifted his inky muzzle to the sky and released a howl for the man, polite and simple. Wanna hang out, bro? he thought to himself with amusement, hopeful the fella would be as easy-going as himself. He enjoyed the company of the women, but bro time was a necessity; now all Jensen needed was to find said bro, and his tail twitched in anticipation of that being Copper.
Bro was said so many times in that post. XD
Copper was patrolling the borders, when he heard a howl fill the air. He hadn't heard it before, but whoever it was was very lax. The howl was deep, and slow.
The Russet male trotted to the scene, and saw a wolf with the oddest quirk. He had two different color eyes. He had never seen that before.
"Hey. Who are you? Jensen perhaps?" Copper offered, cocking his head. He had exchanged no more than names during the pack getogether. But that didn't mean Copper wasn't game to be able to personally meet the wolf. He waited hesitantly, expecting this 'Jensen' to bow. He wouldn't get angry at him if he didn't, or anything. He just expected some sort of respectful gesture. It was proving to be a bit fun, being third in command. But he didn't want it to get to his head.
It didn't take long for the male to arrive. He had noticed that about the pack, actually. They all seemed to be incredibly prompt or conveniently nearby. Jensen could dig that, honestly. He was used to his pack being incredibly spread out over the course of miles, late and obnoxious. What good was a healer if they were never around when someone called? His mother had died from such a lack of care, but at least now things were different. For now.
Jensen grinned up pleasantly at the man as he introduced himself. "Hi there. Yep, that's me. Nice to finally meet you, sir, I apologize for dragging you so late. I was kinda hoping to get to know you, bein' one of the only other guys in the pack." Jensen stood a little over enthusiastically and dipped his head in respect, but otherwise remained as casual as possible. You know, keep it cool.
Copper was happy to see this wolf wanted to get to know him, since he had exchanged nothing but names at the pack meeting.
"No need to call me that. Just call me Copper!" He replied, with a friendly tone. He knew interaction with packmates had no need to be stiff, and prestigious.
"so, what brought you here?" Copper asked. He had his reasons, but he wanted to know this wolf's. Nothing but a hypocrite, was what Copper was.
Jensen cracked a smile. So far, so good. This fella seemed about as relaxed as himself, which was a huge bonus on the bro-chart that the eta was mentally keeping tracking of. He slid back onto his haunches as the inevitable question came: how had he come to be in the Teekon Wilds? The wolf told his story so frequently he was beginning to have it memorized down to a script, but every time he told it, it became a little easier to cope with. "My pops had an affair with a loner. That loner was my mom and she died a few days after having my litter. Pops came out looking for my mom when she didn't meet up for their nightly rendezvous and found her dead, but took us in and convinced his mate to raise us. That lasted until about we were all a year and then step-mom was done with us, so she had my dad chase us out aannnddd now I'm here." His grin deflated a little bit at the memory but sighed it away, mismatched eyes looking curiously back at his superior. "What about you?"
Copper sat down, oddly. That was worse than anything he had gone through.
"Oh." He said simply. For a wolf with such a bad past, he was relaxed. When it comes to horrible experiences, opposites attract.
Copper felt bad lying to this wolf, but he didn't like dumping his life story out, like some sort of novel.
"I ran away from home. I was so young, I don't remember it that well." That was half true. he was getting fuzzy on some minor details, because he had run from home at such a young age.