Porcupine Ridge wizened and weary

He seemed to have frightened, or at least stunned, the girl. Tilting his head to the side, and lowering his ears in regret, holding a worried look on his face he apologized for his quite approach. "I didn't mean to scare you," he assured. It was obvious when the tawny was purposely scaring someone, he already large seemed to grow, his eyes didn't seem crazed but very intimidating, he rarely bore teeth even when he was showing dominance in an aggressive situation. Most every fight he had been in was one swift move and the other was done for, but that was in the past and he hoped to not be needing to relive any of those moments soon. Porcupine Ridge was his sanctuary, his getaway. 

The brute wasn't sure why but when she stated his name, it gave him some sort of comfort, since often his name was spoken in serious or hostile situations, but her speaking it in an innocent situation made him relax a bit. He had already adjusted his stance to one of submission to her higher rank. He was aware she was the second newest wolf in the pack, and it gave him pride that he had probably made it less awkward for her.

"I'm enjoying it very much," he replied with a faint smile on his maw. "I got to see my younger cousin again. Do you know a wolf of the name Anwyl?" Anywl was a silvery wolf of the age of one, the boy was seeking advice when the encountered and was delighted to see his older cousin.