Porcupine Ridge A possible pack member

He offered his name, his form remaining submissive in nature. Despite the non-threatening display, there was something in his voice – the coldness – that caused the she-wolf to in turn, not greet him as warmly as she might have otherwise. Her gaze strayed to Farstep, wondering what he thought of this wolf – but before she could question further, the familiar scent of Taggarik drifted to her, and the dark regal swept up to his two comrades, his silver eyes bearing down upon the newcomer.
 
She remained silent for now – Taggarik offered his own form of a test as he stiffened, moving closer to the stranger. He stood over him, and with patience, the silver-tipped woman allowed the display to continue – to see what this strange wolf would do in the scenario.