Phoenix Maplewood lilium

Luke took up his place between the cowering black wolf and the den. His expression was no longer hostile but impassive as he stared down at Casmir; it had shifted not only because of the submission but because the familiarity was only growing the more he looked upon his packmate. Drawing nearer, Luke reached forward with his muzzle to inhale deeply... even this wolf's scent was familiar.

"Do I... know you?" He asked, jaw shifting as he tried to make sense of the dim recognition.