Blackfoot Forest This is to the innocent, the brave and the true

Wop, think we can archive this soon?

Aaron. The name fitted the stranger somehow. It sounded handsome, just the word one would describe the Alpha with. The brute's tail began wagging faster as it looked like he was accepted, a joyful glint in his gray eyes. Thank you, Aaron, Alpha of Rosings. He commented, feeling the need to include the other's titles. His formality played a big role in his personality. He now stood stronger, ears draped against his head and tail lower than the alpha. He couldn't wait to explore and meet others, though he wasn't a young pup that would now be dancing and hopping to show his happiness. The only signs of him being happy would be the joyful glint in his eyes and his wagging tail.