The Sentinels One raindrop raises the sea

yay! Quickie work post :D

Dante was enthusiastically rubbing his shoulder against a bordering sequoia when the polite howl issued forth, and his ears pricked in the direction with interest.  A new joiner?  Their ranks had swelled since the relocation, and it lightened his heart to see the pack flourish like this.  He lifted his muzzle to call a quick response, a simple wait there, before finishing the marking.  His coat was growing it's winter warmth and the transition meant some itchy discomfort, a dual benefit to the art of marking the territory borders.  The trees here served their purpose just as well (if not even a bit better) than those back inland.

He met her at a trot, slowing down and catching his breath in the thin, frosty air.  "You are looking for a home?" He asked, not bothering to beat around the bush.  Her purpose was pretty plain. "I am Dante, Beta of Donnelaith." He then looked at her, an invitation to introduce herself and answer his question.