Silvertip Mountain What few friends we have

I hope you don't mind me!

Ezekiel was patrolling the borders when he smelled an unfamiliar scent. Female, adult wolf from what he could tell. He rushed towards it, curious and prepared to protect the borders of he had to. He heard her howl, a friendly howl, which allowed him to relax a bit. But of course it could always be a trap, and he's never heard her voice before. When he arrived, he found a pretty female waiting, with tan fur and silver eyes. Her beauty didn't phase him however, he was trained not to be distracted by such trivial things as appearance. Tail held high to signify his rank, he walked forwards.

He stood a bit away from her, chest puffed as he looked at her, expecting submission. What do you want? He asked, not meaning to sound rude. But she was at their borders, he could honestly talk however he wanted.