Lake Rodney helluva life

Marcello dipped his head below the height of his spine and offered a subserviant chuff. He meant no harm and even deferred to the other wolf; he was new here, in these lands, and it seemed the right thing to do. The other wolf was tall, just as large as him, but there was an obvious age gap between them. He was handsome, youthful, and fit. Fleetingly, Marcello wondered if he was a recent dispersal wolf, or belonged somewhere. His scent wasn't telling; he hadn't been in the Teekon Wilds long enough to catagorize the various packs.

"Nah, no worries man. S'all good. I was just soakin' up some sun." He said quickly to dissolve any concerns. A warm smile flashed across his face. The younger male seemed a bit reserved, and Marcello couldn't really blame him. He would be too if caught in a conversation with a complete stranger. "I'm Marcello."