Porcupine Ridge A possible pack member

It was strange for the darker she-wolf to truly grasp – Taggarik had collected them in aid of establishing this Ridge to a well-groomed pack, and now others sought them out. So fresh and new, the wolves of Porcupine Ridge were attempting to familiarize themselves with not just the land, but each other. Capri had Terich – for which she was grateful, but while she got along quite well with her other pack mates, they still remained unknown to her.
 
So when another wolf howled to the wolves of the Ridge, the silver-tipped Alpha gave her pelt a quick shake and pulled herself from the small rabbit she had been nibbling on. Pushing the stray meal t the side, the Roux-Abrhen made a mental note to return to either finish it, or to place it in the caches – it would be a shame to put it to waste.
 
One of her packmates had beaten her to the caller. The tawny wolf was quietly observing their company, and while Capri had come to realize that her pack mate did not speak, she had no idea what to refer to him as. Loping forward, her form lifting in a natural display of dominance, she sent the stranger a quick glance over, noting the black of his fur and the size of his form. He was quite similar to Taggarik in many aspects—black fur, grey eyes. But the coldness in his eyes would keep the two miles apart. She noted how quickly he submitted fully to their Gamma, and the display soothed her from the coldness within his features. “Hello,” she greeted, her tone soft as she gave an idle flick of her tail. “Please state your name and business for calling at our borders.”