Porcupine Ridge A possible pack member

Jolon had been given one last chance, but unfortunately for him, he had made a wrong move, not with his body, but with his tongue. In speaking about a skill he previously did not disclose in the name of 'heightening his chances', he demonstrated exactly the reason Taggarik cared not for anything said on his borders; because wolves like this one would say anything if they thought they could gain admittance by doing so.

The pack had no need of him, and he had done nothing to endear himself to the black wolf. Quite the opposite in fact. Taggarik lifted his hindquarters from the loner's body, only to come around and stand before him glowering down with his ears thrust forward, tail high and rigid, and his muscles rigid. "Leave," he commanded with a low, deep growl. His words and every inch of his body were a promise that he would escort this wolf away by teeth if he did not take it upon himself to heed the order given to him.

I would have liked to have accepted Jolon, but unfortunately he's made too many mistakes for my character. You may have better luck at another pack though! :)