Sun Mote Copse Regular exercise at the gym, three days a week

Though he carried himself with an air of caution, Ar-Khalba was not a wolf prone to hostility. In fact, he considered himself to be quite agreeable. As the stranger spoke, introducing herself and her daughter, he remained rooted the spot, unmoving. The tension he carried in his stance, however, ebbed away until his unease was a subtle thing. Slowly, he cocked his head to the side -- examining both wolves with scrutiny.

One of breeding age, and other soon to be. Both, worthy prizes of Molech. Surely, both his God and the sisters would be pleased to know that he, Ar-Khalba and exended their influence. 

He stepped forward, allowing his jaws to part in a friendly smile. "Or perhaps it is something else that has drawn you here," he spoke, unwilling to let either pass by. "Do you feel it? The call to something bigger than yourself?" He only need hook her in and the child would follow. Then, Molech would receive his prize.