Dawnlark Plains natural selection

Does he know Sangilak? Also sorry for the short post, it's almost 3 AM. >_>

The wind isn’t in Gavriel’s favor so the sight of another wolf comes first and it isn’t until he’s nearly close enough to talk to that he can catch his scent. He inhales sharply, deciding he doesn’t know who the wolf is. Before, he might recognize a neighboring wolf, but here, he knew little. His own pack, he barely knew, but he’d been improving on being a little more social. Trying to adapt and grow within a pack he barely knew, especially with faces he’s known since they were born, had been surprisingly difficult. Generations were destroyed and he had to work to rebuild all of it together.

The large male chuffs, and eases his position into something neutral; relaxed. He has no interest in starting qualms, especially so far from his new home, but he doesn’t let himself fall too far that he cannot defend himself if the other wolf should choose to be aggressive.