Big Salmon Lake You talkin' to me

Wildfire wasn't aware of the wolf approaching from behind her until she saw Dove react to his presence. The pup's golden eyes narrowed questioningly when her aunt abruptly ceased her bathing and glared over her head. Slowly, Wildfire turned to look over her shoulder. The stranger spoke at the same time, asking if he could approach. The pup jumped to her feet, water pouring off her tiny frame, and sloshed closer to Dove. Her black tail stuck out behind her like a poker as she warily eyed the cream-furred male.

"Don't bother us and we won't bother you," came Dove's curt reply. She shrugged, then glanced at the youngster, who blinked up at the white she-wolf before retraining her gaze upon the unfamiliar wolf. Little did she know he had once been a part of her parents' pack, a valuable asset who had made his own way and now ruled a pack on one of the nearby mountains.

Since Dove made no effort to exchange introductions or pleasantries of any kind, it fell upon the young pup to softly query, "Who're you?" Recollecting her recent encounter with Kerosene, she said, "I'm Dhole and this is my Aunt..." She glanced at the sleek Dove, whose wet coat draped her bones. Usually, it was so much more plush and pristine. "Cloud," the child finished, once more looking charily at the other wolf. Behind her, she heard Dove snort, then snicker.