Dawnlark Plains Powers

What came next was unexpected to the brute, as a red pelted girl approached him with a friendly chuff. He flashed her his handsome smile and approached. He hadn't called for any lone wolves just yet, but perhaps she happened to find him while wandering through the plains. He gave her a respectful and cheerful bow, even though there was no need. That's just what he did for women. 

"Howdy," he said with a smirk, sitting down before her. "I'm Zaavier." He considered asking her for her name, but figured that she would tell him if she felt like it. His paws itched and he was eager to launch into conversation again and explain to her that he was looking for followers, but the best way to do that was to take it slow and give her space. She already looked cautious.