{I.C Joining} Live long, my brother.

A actually friendly wolf, he was dazed by the response. But immediatly chimed in, still tying to sound calm. "I am looking for my brother," he started, feeling immediately very shy and self conscious "He has very white fur, unlike me. It has a very long story to it. He has a very robust and steady build, I know he does not look much like me, but I need to find him. His name has something to do with the word 'Silver'" He continued, trying to keep the attention of the she-wolf. Perhaps she knew him? There was a very slight chance of that, but it was worth it.

He shrugged expecting a no, as of most wolves. Leaving them either confused or just astray. But he waited, he had to.