Porcupine Ridge Unknown Half

Going to assume this takes place before my thread with Diane.

It had been some time since the pack had a caller at their borders. Once full, the pack now had room for several, after the unannounced departures of some of their members. Thinking of them, the black wolf frowned. Even some of his current members had disappointed him, but perhaps some fresh blood was just what was needed. However, Taggarik had no intentions of reducing his standards. If anything, they were elevated in the wake of so many who failed to impress.

His gray eyes laid upon a half-breed, some mix of dog and wolf evident in the colors of the coat and shape of the body. He wondered at the male's history, and perhaps would inquire later, but for now his approach was silent, yet nonetheless demanding. His head was held aloft along with his tail, and his ears were tilted forward. With no one else having beat him to the interception, he did not downplay his position.