Ankyra Sound Try not to be antisocial

A voice reached him before a face did. It was a dreamy sort of noise, beautiful but somewhat ominous. It melted in with the waves, quiet yet very easy to hear. Bain's fur was ruffled, and he looked around for the source. He caught the scent of someone from his pack, and he let his worries wash away. Someone from his newfound pack would not try to attack him, and he wanted to meet some new wolves anyway. Bain's gaze landed on a she-wolf in the distance, striking in more ways than one. Her muzzle seemed bloody, the colors clashing with her blue eyes.

Curious, Bain decided to walk a bit closer. Once he was a few steps in front of her, he decided to keep his respectful distance and sit down. The coywolf dipped his head down as a sign of repsect for his pack mate. "My name is Bain, and you?" The male asked politely, his gaze flitting to the she-wolf before staring back down at his feet.