Greatwater Lake spice and wolf

Although Raven was nearly twice as big as Wildfire, the latter was older, superior in rank and more experienced with these matters. "Get behind me," she said out of the side of her mouth, "and as far as he's concerned, your name is Haunt, okay?" She turned, their eyes meeting briefly, and they nodded to each other simultaneously.

Wildfire's attention shifted back to the stranger even as he said, "Hello." Before she could make a reply, he padded to the water's edge and began to drink. With a flick of her black tail, the youth began to move closer, her demeanor careful but not frightened. She wasn't scared of him, though she was always wary of (and often uncomfortable around) brand new people.

"Hi." She paused perhaps five yards from him, nose twitching as she silently studied his scent. "I'm Attica and this is Haunt." Wildfire motioned at Raven, who continued to hang back silently.