Redtail Rise Isomer

A loner materialized at the edge of blackness. He was a brilliant color, all ginger and cream like a fox, with a tall, rawboned build and sharp, hybridized face. His scent identified the stranger as not belonging to any pack, and it was this fact that drew Warbone forward with intention in his heavy steps. The wolf licked his chops, approaching as casually as his virile body would allow, and the male interested in becoming alpha, conveyed a muted amiability as he came to stand just a few feet from the male, tail up and waving and nose extended, curious and expectant towards the company.

He asked to get to know him, with body language only. His words reserved for now.