Porcupine Ridge Just a ghost running scared

Anwyl marched along the new borders of the ridge pack with pride. It felt good to belong to something again. He liked the territory so far. Lots of trees at the bases of the ridge, which suited him just fine. Forests were his favorite place to be. He looked up suddenly, catching a familiar scent as it passed his muzzle. He didn't know the particular wolf, but he could tell by its scent markings along the border that it was one of the ridge wolves. Now would be a perfect chance to meet a new pack mate.

The yearling male bounded through the frosty snow, his large white paws sinking into the snow every time they hit. It was very frustrating, this was his first winter where he wasn't a pup, and he wasn't sure how he liked snow so far. He finally came to find a brown wolf walking along the borders and marking his scent. Anwyl grinned to himself, satisfied by his tracking skills and barked out to the other male. Hey! Wait up. He slid down a small frosty hill and next to the male. He skidded to a halt in front of him, tucking his tail and bowing his head submissively. Hi I'm Anwyl, part of the new pack here like you.