Porcupine Ridge pass the vodka

Romulus padded forward, stopping occasionally to lift a hind leg and spray his scent on the border or to scratch at a tree or paw at the ground to keep spreading his scent not only to tell other wolves, and other animals that this was inhabited pack territory but to show his own packmates that he was still around here and working hard. He didn't want to seem like an arrogant twit that came in just to leech of his packmates because he wasn't that sort of wolf. Yes, he did seem vain and proud, but he was also a hard worker and he knew what to do when he needed to do it.
 
The wind blew, bringing him a fresh, unknown scent. For a moment, he stiffened and his muscles tensed, thinking it was an intruder in the pack's territory but he relaxed almost immediately when he realised it was one of the wolves of Porcupine Ridge; someone he hadn't met. Good. Just as he wanted. Romulus's black tipped ears twitched and his nostrils flared as he turned, bi-colored eyes settling gently on the delicate form loping towards him. As she came closer, he noticed her strange coloring, silver and black along with eyes of pale, icy blue. He watched the way she lifted herself higher and quickly lowered himself submissively.

Ears tilted back, tail down but still wagging in a friendly manner and whined a respectful greeting as she approached. "Yeah," he answered, a smile on his features, averting his eyes to show his respect. "Capri," he tested the words on his tongue and grinned his trademark devilish smile. "Nice to meet you. I'm Rom. Newest member of Porcupine Ridge."