Moonspear New Starts

The young shepherd wolf hadn't heard Flokis approach, though maybe eventually hell learn to feel the stone for paw steps rather than listen for a rustling that usually won't come. He would, one day, adapt to the ways of the mountain. For now though, he would need to adapt to wolf life. His chance came in the form of a grey male, barking to him as he approached. Uh oh, who was this? How could he tell? None the less, Harley forced his head, tail and ears to lower. He was new, and assumed he was the lowest ranking. It couldn't hurt to be submissive. 
        "Hello. I'm Harley, I actually just came from the borders and Ame."
He worried about conflict, unwilling to fight with any of his packmates. Such things would get him cast out, right? He was glad for their alphas scent rubbed on him, but still unsure. The usually very confident wolfdog was thrown off, nervous about making the wrong move. He knew one day, assuming he made it that far, he would speed across the rocky terrain with ease and have bonds with his pack. It would be as if he'd been born there, made to serve Ame and the mountain.