stupid flounders

When he seen a white female headed his way, his tail started to wag in his customary affability. She greeted him warmly, with eyes that were as odd as his nose, which caused an amused smile to adorn his face even as he dipped his head below his shoulders. "Hey there," he returned. Before he could introduce himself, she deduced by his scent that he was from the hollow. Strange, he thought, before assuming that she must have crossed paths with one of his packmates before.

She worried immediately that something was wrong, and he was quick to reassure her. "No no no," he said with a shake of his head. "I'm Luke. I'm an outrider for the hollow. Since we're neighbors, I thought I'd say hello. We're totally friendly, and I was hoping you guys over here were too." He chuckled. "I don't think my hopes were misplaced." He came expecting a far more stiff greeting, perhaps even hostile, as many wolf packs were notoriously and viciously territorial. Her amiability was appreciated .