Lost Creek Hollow a b c d e f g wash those june bugs off of me

His alphas were prompt in their response, and for that he was thankful. He greeted them both with a dip of his head, a wagging tail, and a warm smile. Mordecai did not speak in words but the question was put forth by the incline of his head, the same question that lay between the lines of Harlyn's statement. Misty did not speak for now, nervousness lending a shuffling motion to her paw.

"Oh you know me," he drawled. "Always out making friends and dragging home strays," he winked. "This is Misty. She used to belong to the Blackfeather pack, but found she was not a fit. She's interested in joining, but she asked to meet with you folks first." He looked to the white female then, inviting her to speak on her own behalf.