Dragoncrest Cliffs Paleolithic

He smiled at her response. She had labeled herself as a friendly stranger, but Zaavier couldn't help squaring his broad shoulders and raise his head as she aproached. She didn't seem to be a wolf of much authority, and she had no rule over him, so he would not submit to her what-so-ever.

She finally made her way down the slope, small rocks scattering down the cliff side in her wake. Soon, she had closed the distance between them. Zaavier was obviously the tallest, and he had to bend his neck to meet her gaze. She asked him if he lived around here, and he became a little sadder. "I used to live in Larksong Grotto," he told her, nodding in the direction of the mighty pack. "But I left and am starting my own pack." His voice was solemn yet hopeful, excited for the new furture down his path.

His eyes found their way towards the horizon and down the shoreline. Further that way and inland he would make his home, he was sure of it. With a hearty smile and a flick of his tail, he turned his attention back to the cream colored female.