Dawnlark Plains natural selection

Oh, I didn't realize you had a thread already hahah.

There's a strange twinkle in the male's eye that Gavriel can't quite place but he doesn't allow himself to linger on it for long. It is then he trails the rest of his features. The greying of his muzzle makes him look older than he possibly is, but uncertain, and he puts it away. Tall, build for speed, and he knows he wouldn't likely outrun him but his own size had muscle and forth behind his force.

Gavriel swishes his tail a few times, though he doesn't close the distance. "Hello," he mimics. "From around here?" He knows the scent of the grotto and he doesn't exactly carry that, but another pack to the northwest remains a little on edge with the dragon wolves that he's unaware about. Wanting to keep out of trouble for the sake of his leader, he decides to investigate first.