Blackfoot Forest Mist meets Ice

Despite his efforts, she still startled upon hearing him speak. He smiled warmly. "You're fine. You're not trespassing here," he reassured. His ears lifted as she introduced herself, confirming what he had suspected by her scent: that she was unaffiliated, and thus available to be recruited. "I'm Luke. I'm an outrider for a pack that is forming in a hollow northeast of here." He had not officially earned his trade (how could he, when the pack had yet to become official), but he believed himself to be an outrider all the same. After all, he was out here plying the trade.

"We're looking for more members, if you're interested. Beautiful home, great company," he winked.