Silvertip Mountain chainsaw

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There was a certain grace in which the swarthy youth carried himself; proud but knowing his place, emitting an aura of quiet strength and dignity, eyes bright with humor and gentle amusement, posture showing his confidence, tail flicking amiably behind him and he walked with a certain sort of silence, blending expertly into the tall shadows the trees cast around him and only piercing, dark, cobalt blue eyes showed that he was even there in first place. The wolf walked with purpose, paws carving deep indents in the pure white snow as he moved and inhaled the cold sweet scent of the fresh winter air.

Then the wind blew, bringing him the scent of an unknown. Will stopped in his steps, tilted his head slightly upwards and inhaled, black leathery nostrils flaring as he sniffed and analysed the scent. It was a female, and from this pack, so there wasn't anything to worry about. Relaxing his tense muscles, the adopted Greek began moving forward casually, sure that eventually he would see his packmate and sure enough, less than ten minutes later, he caught sight of her form. She was tall, but not as tall as him, cloaked in a pelt of browns, tans and gray agouti fur. Her eyes were a pale green mixed beautifully with yellow swirls and she was obviously built for strength.

A gentle smile graced his handsome features as he bowed respectfully, tail low but still waving amiably to show that he was friendly. His ears were slightly back in a submissive position. She should probably smell Zaria's scent on him and the pack scent in general so he trusted her not to attack him as he waited for a response from his pretty superior.