Phoenix Maplewood fast and furious

I think she might be his great aunt? idk, going off of this thread but when it gets into the 'great-aunts, second cousins', etc. I get confused easily, lol.

His call is not answered by another but instead by the physical presence of another wolf. Male, his scent indicators told him, though there was always a masculinity that was present even in the most svelte of males, even if they harbored a frame that was not broad and large; and admirable broadness was not something the swarthy stranger that had melted from the shadows of the fiery canopied trees lacked. Clearly. There was a subtle hint of succulent coyness to the set of Antar's own shoulders, though his posture remained neutral. He was not yet an inducted member of this pack and he was being plenty respectful. Antar was a gentleman after all, and he had a reputation to uphold despite that none here were aware of said reputation and no one would really know if he enticed a little trouble.

Yet, trouble was not on the day's schedule.

For a moment it would seem as if the two men were in a bit of a stalemate as they took a opportunity to admire one another. Or, at least, this was what Antar was doing. As for the other male he could not claim to know aside from the other's gaze, expectantly, resting upon him. The swarthy stranger's tail had curled over his back when his inquiry — simple as it was — was posed. “Quite astute of you, yes, I did call,” The incubus spoke with a charming slight curve of his lips upwards. “I have an interest in joining but I'm afraid I'm ill informed of your pack.” Information for information, should the other be willing. After all: a loner had to fit the ideals of the pack as much as the pack fit the ideals of the loner or else it would be one big mess; presumably something that neither one of them wanted.