Creek

He hadn't been in his new found home for long -- having been accepted in to the ranks, the cinnamon male was once more reserved to the fact he would need to work his way up the ranks.. and hopefully, this time, joining an established pack would promise longevity from his leader.

He loped past the borders in the morning, his eyes scanning the area with a stoical mask. His strides were leisurely, though he was quick to come across another. She sat along the edges of the creek, unmoving. His bright eyes regarded the pale yet stark ivory of her pelt. Uttering a low 'woof' of greeting, the new Creek wolf moved closer, his figure held neutrally as he took in her scent; a pack mate.