Ocean's Breath Plateau The Claw

Cam continued to hang back, watching the other two patiently. The pale female made her way towards the other male, speaking of shouting and blood. The words made him uneasy, his golden brown fur began to prickle. A sudden breeze blew past him, sending the female's scent in his direction. She smelled of other wolves, which was just what he'd hoped for. A pack wolf. He was searching for a pack to join, to shelter him throughout the winter. However not just any pack would do for Cam, he was a picky male. He decided that observing the others might be his best bet for now. Before asking about packs or anything, he wanted to know about the members.

When the grizzly furred male spoke to him, at first Cam assumed he was speaking to the female. When he realized that the remark was directed at him, he stepped back a bit. He definitely hadn't wanted to be dragged into the conversation so early, and was a bit flustered by the question. Uh, I... He fumbled over words, looking like a fool until he was ignored again. The brown furred male went back to the female, and Cam just closed up his stupid mouth. It wasn't a good first impression, he didn't like where this was going at all. 

BUT he was still curious, if not more curious now that he'd heard that wild accent that the one male had. So he took a few tentative steps towards the pair, drawing closer but still remaining a safe distance. Still a bit shook from the awful first introduction, Cam cleared his throat to speak. You two know each other? Another stupid question, it was not his day.