Porcupine Ridge moment for life

Her thoughts had taken her elsewhere, it would seem, for it was not the wind that brought the other to her attention but his bark. Caught off guard, Capri's muzzle whipped about, her pale, frosted eyes falling upon the wolf and almost expecting to see Taggarik or the other tawny male -- one whose vocals she was not entirely familiar with.
 
She was met with a rather youthful male instead, and had he not slunk forward in a form of submission, the she-wolf likely would have bristled at his presence. As it stood, the other seemed to recognize the possibility of her discomfort, and his laid back words stirred her ears to her skull, but otherwise put her at ease. "Capri," she offered, her gaze drifting past him to see if any of her future pack mates were about to appear from the shadows of the dusk. "Of to be claimed Porcupine Ridge pack."