Firefly Ravine Addressing what is mine is not new

Zephyr was out patrolling once again, holding his massive frame tall as usual. Was that a new scent? The ebony giant parted his jaws, scenting. Yes, it was a new female. Grinning and tail wagging, he trotted towards the female with his friendly green eyes shining.
             "Hello. Are you new?"
He wanted to play, get to know her, what she was providing the pack. Was she a warrior, like him? Perhaps a healer, or hunter?