Silvertip Mountain In the shadow of the mountain

The wolf that greeted his call was large and strong. . .and a female. Huh, Phocion thought softly, intrigued. She dwarfed his small, slender form, and he surreptitiously attempted to make himself a bit bigger, while still carrying himself with respect towards this pack member.

"Hello, there," Phocion said to her with a boyish smile. "My name is Phocion. I've come to join your pack, if you'll have me. Who might you be?"

He took a moment to look the other wolf over, though making sure to keep his eyes only curious, not lascivious. She was a magnificent creature, with thick fur a mixture of browns grays and tans. Her green-gold eyes glinted in the darkness.

If every wolf in this pack is as strong and self-assured as this female, I'll have chosen a great group to be a part of, Phocion noted, the smile still etched on his muzzle.