Nova Peak Capulet

Particularly intent on the first wolf he had noticed, Warbone was belated to realize that there was another near. Drawing up on the dark-pointed female, he hung back several feet for respect of her impassive defensiveness, but kept his tail lifted and waving as he silently sought permission to survey her closer. There was no hunt riling his blood, and no male challenging him. He was a wolf who felt inherit dominance towards the opposite sex, but he never felt the need to demonstrate it physically, and he feared no she-wolf, except for perhaps his long-deceased mother. Perhaps out of his innate respect for her, he kept a pretty lax demeanor when it came to dealing with the enigma of the feminine race.

That being said, he wasn't above feeling threatened by one— or in this case, two— as another she-wolf, this one all black and glorious red sheen, became visible. He followed the fawn youth's gaze, his own vitriolic eyes taking in the other with steady indifference. He held his position, wondering if the two were companions, but judging but the barely noticeable stiffness that had set tensely to the shoulders of the yearling in front of him, he doubted they shared any type of formality. All three were strangers.

So, in the accommodating mood he was presently in, the male introduced himself first: "Warbone."