Porcupine Ridge Welcome to the Weiner Hut

Their borders had been busy since they first howled their claim over the ridge; several males and one female had all sought to join them. One had not been successful, and the black wolf knew that his pack and his wolves were the better for it. Numbers did not contribute to success so much as harmony did, or so he believed, and it was under this belief he would continue to operate.

For once, no one was knocking on their door, and so the black wolf stole the moment to mingle with his packmates. He picked up the trail of yearling Anwyl, and followed the path into the higher elevations of the ridge, finding the boy admiring the sunny day scenery. He woofed a greeting as he approached, confident as always, and relaxed.

"How are you liking the ridge?" He inquired as he drew to within several paces, tail swaying lightly, amiably.