Dragoncrest Cliffs bad day, bad century

A soft howl rang through the cool air, causing Romulus to lift his head from the snow and prick his ears. He tilted his head ever so slightly until the call ended. Sebastian was coming. The youth lifted his shoulders in a shrug and continued to snuffle the snow with his silvery gray muzzle, enjoying the feeling of the cool, white flakes against his fur. Even though he was a yearling, Rom still felt very much like a pup when he wanted to and he didn't feel like there was anything wrong with it. Just because he became a year old didn't mean he had to automatically mature up and act like old men. He was pretty sure that wasn't how it worked.

Another howl went up in the air and Romulus rose from his spot once more, ears twitching to catch the noise. Noticing it wasn't for him, he dipped his crown and went back to work once more, only lifting his head when the older gray tank finally arrived. Twitching his nose and sneezing slightly, he shook his silver pelt free of snow and greeted Sebastian with a friendly bump to the shoulder. "Nice place you got here," Rom told the man, examining the cliffs with his bi-colored eyes. "Glad you found it."

Then another wolf arrived and Romulus turned on his heels to face the newcomer, head canted ever so slightly as he waited for an introduction from the new male. At first, the guy seemed overjoyed but when he saw that it was simply Romulus, he fell to his belly, a sad look on his face and looked at Seb. Now Romulus didn't claim to be the most respect-demanding wolf in the world, but he was offended that this male here didn't even seem to want to greet his new potential packmate. Rom didn't care that he was sad, because even if one was sad, they should at least make an effort.

Romulus advanced, "Well someone's sad," he commented unfeelingly, locking his intense gaze onto the other wolf's brown eyes. He squared his shoulders but made no other move towards the newcomer, keeping a good two feet between them. There was a glint of barely contained dastardly amusement in Romulus's eyes but he reined in it and let Sebastian take hold. He was by no means a wolf that blindingly followed another, but not wanting to ruin the chance of joining a pack, he refrained from the snarky, unsympathetic comments and allowed the more mature wolf to take hold.