A New Home

A tiny black she-wolf with shocking blue eyes stopped Majesty in his tracks once he reached the entrance to the tunnels. He saw her hackles raise, and her lips pull back in the beginnings of a snarl, and then she took a few cautious sniffs into the air and seemed to calm down.

Majesty sighed in relief. He could scent Jinx on her, and she could probably scent Jinx on him, as well, which was why she stopped being on the offensive. He took a moment to study her as she set down her… whatever it was she had been carrying in her mouth. He heard a tinkling noise as it was placed on the ground, and he could see that it was a bowl of some kind. He was now burning with curiosity about what could be inside that would make that noise, but he refrained from asking, ever the gentleman, and waited for her to have the first word.

"Welcome," she said, and her voice was low and sent an odd chill up and down Majesty's spine. It was a strange, eerie voice. "Might you be a new character of Silvertip Mountain?" the she-wolf continued, and then waited expectantly.

"I am," he replied, his deep, soothing voice echoing powerfully throughout the cave. He stepped forward and fully into the place, and stood at his full height for a moment, giving her a chance to look him over. Then he sat upon his haunches and took a more relaxed stance. "My name," he began, "is Majesty. What is yours, Madame? Or shall I simply call you One Who Carries Interesting Bowl?" He smiled kindly at her at this point, showing that he was joking. "And, by the way, what is in that? I heard tinkling."