Emberflame Ridge Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

The cool forest breeze brushed against him softly and rippled around his fur. He fought down the urge to bat at a passing leaf, trying to at least seem more mature. "Yes, I have looked forwards to seeing these wilds back to their orginal glory." He chuffed, in reply to the other wolf's first sentence.

The silver and white female introduced herself then, as Qamar, and claimed to be from a pack called Ryūjin. "Slancio," He grinned at her once again, happy to have made a new friend. "I come from Saltwinter, a pack of the cost north-west from here."

"What brings you all the way out here? I'm here to check out the territory." He continued on causally, trying to continue the wasy-going conversation.