Porcupine Ridge Lost in the city of angels

Romulus watched as Farstep stopped his weird, unsure stepping dancing and turned around, noticing the yearling. He allowed a quick grin to steal across his face as he wagged his tail in greeting, his posture was submissive but amiable. Rom had gotten over his hurt pride at his acceptance into Porcupine Ridge. He knew that to survive here, he would have to learn how they acted, what they did, and perhaps, he might even rise up their ranks to become Beta or something like that. For now, though, Romulus didn't have high hopes; he was content.

As he approached, Farstep licked his nose in return to his own submissive licks causing him to sneeze and grin almost apologetically at his superior before turning to what had made Farstep so flustered in first place. Like his companion, Romulus was a very curious wolf and he was curious about almost everything but unlike his tawny agouti packmate, he was rather brazen, reckless and impulsive so he wasn't scared when he approached the hole, not at the slightest. Although, he did only take a few steps, not sure what Farstep wanted to do.

Rom's bi-colored gaze grazed Farstep's and noticing the question in his companion's bright blue eyes, Romulus shook his head and lifted a broad silver shoulder in a shrug. Then he took another few steps forward, but still could not see the contents. Casting a look at his companion, he silently inquired if they should approach.