Silvertip Mountain Joining

FitzDutiful was on patrol again. It was something he was doing more and more often as he worked towards his guardian speciality. He wanted to be sure that the borders were the safest they could be and patrolling was one of the more important aspects of that. As he wandered down, strengthening them in the weak places, he noticed a scent on the air accompanied by a howl. A lone wolf. Alert, he moved to intercept though the call made him doubt they were about to violate the borders.

Indeed, the female was a respectful distance away. FitzDutiful cast a wary eye over her assessing the colours of her fur, her stance, her build and her age before approaching closer. "FitzDutiful, how may I be of service?" His posture and body language left no doubt that he was alpha here. He expected the appropriate level of submission before he would hear any more. Almost a year of being an alpha had brought him confidence. Confidence he had lacked severely to begin with.