Moonspear West side story

Within a few seconds, the she-wolf extracted herself from her dugout and turned to face Floki. She flashed him a grin and began conversing with him as if she had known him for years, and he immediately felt comfortable in her presence. It didn't hurt that she was cute.

He laughed at her quips, peering around her to first examine her burrow and then turning to glance over his own shoulder at the skyline. In due time, the wilds would be bathed in shades of red and gold as the sun set, and she would have a great vantage point from which to view the spectacle. Floki settled himself next to Ness as she had indicated, just outside the den.

"I'm Floki -- and yes, we are all ridiculously good looking around here," he chuckled. "You'll fit in just fine. How did you end up at Moonspear?" His question came from pure curiosity; their pack had been comprised of the same core group of members since its inception, with little fluctuation. He imagined that if Charon had been the one to accept Ness, he would have gotten along quite well with her brash and bold personality.