Silvertip Mountain Arabian Nights

The male wolf was startled by the voice, being lost in his stories. But any surprise he had, he hid very well. He barely flinched and craned his head up and to the side to see the black wolfess he had last seen in the pack meeting. She had a few scars, and half a ear was gone. She looked like she had been a few fights. This was certainly someone he did not wish to agitate. His attention was then drawn to the white patch on her chest. 

"Good evening" he returned to her greeting. "I believe we haven't properly met before. You may call me Chaska, if you wish." He looked up to the sky once more. "It is a nice day to be outside, is it not?"