Firefly Ravine Alone Again

It wasn't long before the big ebony wolf came across another male. He wasn't crossing the border, and didn't seem aggressive; Zephyr approached with caution. He could not help but hold himself tall, his tail lax but held high and ears perked towards the summons, placing each snowy sock in front of the other. He stopped as his paws touched the border, gazing at this newcomer with calm grassy eyes. He wasn't beta, or even Gamma, but he was next most dominant as Delta: seeing as he was the only one around, he felt he had a right to challenge and protect against those at his borders, and that instinct was driven tenfold as he reminded himself for the thousandth time that he and Depp were the only two males so far. What did this one want? He was shorter than Zephyr by a bit, but probably not much smaller. 
         "You needed something?"
He couldn't help the friendliness in his voice despite his dominant pose, nor the bounce in his step. He wasn't going to be aggressive with someone who could possibly strengthen their ranks, but he was also smart enough to not give out any important information, or make himself or Seadog look weak. On top of that, the big male was just naturally friendly: he believed in the innocence of others, giving them respect and trust right off the bat. Should he be proven otherwise though, he knew he had a nasty bite that went well with his rare temper, and he would not hesitate to protect his pack.