Mudminnow River we are the greatest pretenders

The tawny wolf seemed a decent fellow, though it was not enough to truly stir the regal’s muscles to relax. His eyes would drift between the wolf before him and back to the river, his mind hoping to stray from a certain silver she-wolf who smelled oddly like him.
 
“There’s that,” he agreed quietly, never quite the conversationalist. His gaze drifted away then, in the direction he believed the other male might have been from. “As long as you avoid stepping on our toes and those of our more northern friends, I think we’ll get along just fine,” he rumbled quietly, feeling distinctly protective of Phoenix Maplewood, after everything they had done for his family. Of course, winter always proved to show a pack’s true colors – and he was curious to what it would bring the newly formed Grove pack with so many neighbors.
 
“What’s the name of your pack?”