Shadow Mountain Rockclimbing fiend

Pluto was pleased that he had met another traveling soul, having met a surplus of homebodies in his previous lands. All they had done was hide in their own little areas and refused to let others join them, and Pluto had a dark feeling that he would meet more of those creatures someday. "Hell yeah, I've been traveling for years." The coyote grinned proudly, smirk curling up the sides of his muzzle in a signature, rotten coy grin. Pluto sat in silence then, catching his breath before planting his rump onto the stone, resting his weight on his haunches as he sat. His shortened tail found its place curled around his scarred hip as he rested, making sure that he would have the energy needed to continue his climb.

"So, what's the difference between wolf packs? never really understood 'em, but I figured since you're one of them, maybe you'd know." Pluto off-handedly remarked, having always been curious about why some wolves chose one group over the other. Weren't they all the same? 'Stick together like cowards and blah blah blah' always seemed like the main focus of packs in Pluto's eyes. Perhaps it was a species difference, or perhaps it was because of his traveling, loner mindset. Either way, his opinions on groups sticking together and most wolves in general was very low.