Two Rivers Isle Sandpiper

His paws came to a rest a few feet away from the grand entrance of the hideaway, head dipped low as he tensed, unsure of what he expected to find within the forested confines. The milky odour flowing from the den reminded him somewhat of his mother; perhaps whoever lay inside was nursing a brood, the future generation for the growing pack. Though it could just as easily be a mothering loner however, judging by the strength of the marks he had explored moments before, he guessed the creature was the wolf Burke had mentioned. With the fish skin still clasped protectively in his maw, the boy angled his auds towards the gentle chuff emerging from the mossy entangles, listening intently as she questioned identity. "Shink," he replied, morphing his words around his salty bundle. Still, they turned out slightly muffled and he waved his tail in mild annoyance. "And you are?" As he formed his query, his mind informed him that he probably already knew the answer. Nevertheless, he unhooked his canines from the skin and nudged it forwards through the opening with his nose.