Porcupine Ridge Unknown Half

Unsure whether to stay submissive or not, Harley kept himself low as he watched the alpha. He was intimidated by the black wolfs lack of emotion, but spoke back in a calm and collected tone.
[size=large]         "Well, my mother was never around. My father said she hadnt wanted half breed puppies..... So she birthed in his den and left as soon as she caught her breath. Somehow, Dad managed to pull together a home for all seven of [/size][size=large]his pups. His sister nursed us, she lost her own litter just days before we were born, and he took us to an abandoned farm where he was raised." [/size]
The milk colored male paused for a breath, and to check around his surroundings. He didn't expect a stranger, especially an alpha faced with some half bred at his border, to watch the back of someone he didn't know. 
           "All but one of my litter mates grew up loved and happy, even without our mother. They seemed content to live there, safe and happy with each other. But I just could never stop wondering what it was like as a real pack, what was so great that our mother abandoned us. So I'm out to live a life like she is."  
As Harley finished his explanation, he glanced up at Taggarik with his amber eyes and hoped the alpha liked him: or at least accepted him as part of the pack. He knew, with training that his father couldn't give him, that he could develop his skills and be a fine addition to the pack.