Porcupine Ridge A possible pack member

The wolves of the pack often howled to one another, but the howl that rose into the sky was not one of his own and his ear, followed by his whole head, snapped toward its direction instantly. He was not far from the borders; like his pack mates, he devoted much of his time to ensuring they were clearly marked and defended in the wake of their founding.

He did not delay. His broad paws were already becoming familiar the terrain, he had memorized most of its features, and many trails had been blazed into the snow that crisscrossed the entirety of their homestead. He moved with easy grace, but even so, did not move quick enough to beat his silent subordinate or his alpha female. His lips arced into a brief smile at their promptness.

From a distance he could see that whomever they were confronting was already on the ground, submissive, and arrived in time to hear their name and their indication to join. As Taggarik approached he, for once, displayed his position. His broad head was lifted high, his tail even higher, and his ears were turned forward. His packmates were greeted with a warm glance and smile, before his gray eyes sought the male on the ground.

He strolled forward, almost stood over the loner, and peered down at him, testing him.