Moonspear Moonsetter

The howl from the borders was clearly a request, and while Floki wasn't an Alpha, he was nearby. Close enough to heed the call, he turned his paws in that direction and rolled his shoulders, attempting to work out some of the tension that seemed to have settled there permanently. Truthfully, he was happy to have a potential joiner; their ranks had dwindled as of late, and he especially felt the absence of Wildfire.

His ex's face swam briefly before his mind's eye and he shook his head, focusing instead on the she-wolf waiting at the base of the mountain. Her appearance mirrored his own in a way; while the majority of her coat was black, her legs faded to grey at the knees -- much like the sandy socks he wore. With an expectant glance, Floki came to a halt. "Can I help you?" he asked curtly.