Silverlight Terrace Then there's me, I'm seventeen

Edit: Fixed a couple details because I got two of my threads crossed, lmao!

He was not the only wolf to have been drawn by movement in the field; he saw another approaching, not far from them. It was a male, just as black as he and seeming to have been born of a similar northern bloodline. He was alert but made no move to come any closer to Taggarik and the brown wolf.

It took the digger a few moments to realize he had company. He stood staring down Taggarik for a moment, but it appeared he wanted nothing to do with him, despite the neutral stance that Tagg held. The brown wolf carried his tail low and tried to distance himself, only to turn and realize there was a second black wolf to contend with. He submitted then, pressing himself to the ground and baring his teeth not to threaten, but to placate.

Taggarik took the opportunity to stride to the wolf's side, his broad muzzle sweeping down to pry scent from the male's coat about his nape and ears. He was another loner, and there was nothing of particular interest to Taggarik lurking in his fur. He stepped back, quartering away from the prone wolf to offer a non-threatening shoulder and side as his attention shifted to the black male. His nose twitched as a draft of wind relayed to him that this fellow was a pack wolf.

"You after this one?" He inquired. The loner had been quick to flatten himself upon sighting this pack wolf, perhaps for a reason.