Porcupine Ridge misery

he was silver and cream, with bright blue eyes -- vuk turned to eye him with a passing interest that turned to her usual friendliness. lengthening her gait, the girl trotted to greet her packmate, nares flaring to take his scent, circling him somewhat that he might do the same. he was a newcomer, with the scent of the leadership only faintly threaded through his coat, but it was there all same, and thus her acceptance came easily.