Sawtooth Spire it's a jungle out there

Sure thing!

He was about to keep going, but a greeting bark had stopped him. He turned around to see a darker colored wolf in the shadows of night. The scent of the Spire clung to his fur, so this man wasn't an intruder. It was a good thing the same scent clung onto his own fur, or his blood would have been spilled.

 He nodded his head once, also a silent greeting. This pack seemed to be more on the quiet side to him, which was something that would get some getting used to. "My name is Redwood, a newer member here. And what should I call you?" He had just arrived and this pack stuff was already strange to him From the day he was born, to a few days before this moment, he was a loner. Born and raised one. This whole working together thing would need practice, so he had an idea.

 "I don't want to just stand here and talk. Maybe we can search for prey to round up."