Redtail Rise Peanut butter on Triscuits and I'm not even stoned

Luke was on a high after recruiting Valtyr. There was a sense of pride and accomplishment that came with doing work for a pack, for others, that could not be had as a lone wolf. It was a part of social instincts, he supposed, to want to work for a group and to find comfort and contentment in it. Even if that pack had not been formed, the foundation was being laid, and that excited him.

He was on his way to tell Harlyn she could count on another follower, taking a roundabout route to skim the land north of the mountains which he had not yet explored, when a familiar scent all but tripped him up. He was on the cusp of a pack's territory, but it was not the amalgamated scent of a pack's border that stopped him. It was one individual scent... Saena.

Luke's tail started beating back and forth. She had done it! Or it seemed like she had. Perhaps he could ask the brown girl over there, the one who, in his excitement, he almost hadn't noticed. "Hey!" he called to her, grinning like a fool.