Wapun Meadow Rising high to touch the sky

Sorry about the wait, luhv!

"Blue Willow," the black wolf repeated in his hushed rasp. The tip of his tail jumped, and his large muzzle moved towards the submissive female with interest. He sniffed her fur, tasting the wolves of her foreign pack on the pack of his tongue. He snorted after a beat and pulled his long, thick neck back once more, eying her critically with that severe, uni-browed expression that seemed to be the relaxed norm of his face.

"I'm Haunter... from over there." His muzzle tipped to indicate in which direction Swiftcurrent Creek was, but his yellow eyes never left the dark creature's face. "I did not mean to curb your joy," he said after a moment of direct, unabashed staring.