Dragoncrest Cliffs Paleolithic

The sound of a soft greeting found its way to his ears, and Zaavier tipped his head up, glancing at the wolf above him. He hadn't noticed her until now, which was odd for a wolf like him. Perhaps he was getting too distracted these days.

The cream colored wolf was towards the top of the cliffs, where Zaavier would never dare to go. He hated the ocean with it's raging waves and strong currents, not to mention the annoying cries of the seagulls up above. He craned his neck to look up at the stranger and opened his mouth the bark a reply. "Howdy. It's going good down here. What about up there?" 

It was all he could say giving the circumstances. He honestly didn't know what else he could tell her. She had the strong scent of other wolves -- a pack wolf perhaps, and that was no good for him. He was looking for followers, but this girl could not be his follower for she was already bound to an alpha.