Phoenix Maplewood Deep down I know this never works

Wolf etiquette is so intense, but also so ingrained. As the other approached, Kael did too, only subconsciously noting the difference between status. However, Kael's eyes were warm and his tail began to swish rhythmically against his hind quarters. His stance was not one of leadership, but of a benevolent pack member. 

When they met, the other was quick to start. Mason, he had christened himself, from Silvertip Mountain. Kael reflected briefly on when Reek had given him the low-down of the area, vaguely filling in a mental map of Teekon Wilds. But it wasn't until he requested the status of a packmate - Desna and her mother, that he felt his whole body wilt. The boy had heard the mournful calls echo across Phoenix Maplewood. 

Kael cleared his throat hesitantly, this being the first time ever that he had to deal with such crucially sensitive information. "She's..." He started, but faltered. His golden eyes searched the other one's face, praying that Mason would be able to fill in the large gaps of speech.