Grouse Thicket Man on the moon

Zaavier was met by a black female, who he took as a friendly, non-threatening character. She greeted them with friendliness and Zaavier gave a respectful dip of his head back to her, tail twitching as she told her stale news. "Good Evening. I had gone exploring earlier and noted your borders. I have to admit, I was certainly thinking of settling in that forest over there," he told her openly, pointing towards Shadewood. "I will not invade your privacy however." A large male with a docked tail then approached, immediately presenting himself as a bold creature. He introduced himself as Thor, and the female as Absinthe, stating that they ruled Arthendal. He nodded towards him in a greeting, even if Thor had never offered an acknowledgment himself. 

"Well, I was just speaking with my wolves and we were going to head South. With luck, we will settle somewhere there." He explained to them, hoping they would take him as no threat. Large head swayed to the right, glancing over his shoulder to meet the gaze of another white wolf that slunk into their midst. He would talk to her later, and with a twinkle in his eye, he turned back to the duo. 

Soon, another female slunk up beside them, her voice hostile and edgy. He bristled just a bit, studying her closely. She must've been one of their followers, but either way, she had not right to challenge him. He shifted his gaze from her to Absinthe and Thor, opening his mouth once more. "We were going to rest here shortly, then move on. Are you uncomfortable with this?" Tail lashed as he eyed the white female again before turning his head back to the pair to await their answer.