Big Salmon Lake A far green country.

I can only say the same! :D

The large male snapped his head up when someone called out for him, or well, called his father's name. Sebastian jumped up, instantly alert. His tail flickered, not to confuse with a wag. The male bared his teeth a bit, she sounded wicked too. Though the female seemed to realize that he was not his father. His pale eyes looking slightly offended at the female, keeping his distance from her. Now he was not sure what to expect from her. She was maybe very close to him, in which it was probably not smart to talk bad about the man that was his father. Sebastian looked at her, trying to think what their relationship was. She didn't know about him, so maybe they were just acquainted. She also did not smell of Black Feather Woods.

Sebastian raised his tail a bit, reminding himself that he was an alpha and not stand across from her looking a bit disgruntled. As she stepped closer he raised his muzzle a bit, mostly to pull his head a bit back from her. He was not really that sure about her after all. "You are indeed mistaken," he spoke to her. His own scent mixed with that of the wetlands and his pack mates. They slept in one big pile every night after all. Sebastian decided that this might be a good opportunity to find out what she thought of him. Then he would know what to say and not to say. "It sounds like you are close to Burke," he spoke to her. "Do you know him well? I had the idea that he was not very friendly to wolves outside of his own pack," Sebastian spoke then.