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

The male that had been so engrossed in digging into the earth spotted him, and then the other wolf. For his own good, Dash watched as his posture showed nothing but submissiveness. The Moonspearian had yet to move, opting instead to watch the black stranger approach the submissive male. It wasn't until he was spoken to that he decided to approach the pair.

His tail was held high and his ears perked forward as he trotted over. He came to a stop a few yards away. It was the first time in his life he had ever walked towards strangers with a dominant posture. In the back of his head, his brain told him he was stupid. But, he knew he had every right to be, as his pack was just a few hundred yards from here, and it was his duty to protect it. While they weren't encroaching on its borders, they were close enough to check out- politely, of course.

Dash shook his head as he looked to the wolf on the ground, and then to his mirror wolf. No, I just happened upon him, and you. The pack I belong to is just that way, he said, pointing his muzzle. I wanted to make sure no one happened upon the borders by accident. Dash knew from personal experience how hunting could put a wolf on a one-track mission and make them loose their sense of direction.