Cassiopeia's View in my dreams, i am supreme

A soft call from among the sea of grey outcroppings below him drew Nate's eye downward. There was a wolf reclined there, his masculinity betrayed first by his size and conformation before his wafting scent could confirm it. He narrowed his gaze, eyeballing the blaze across the bridge of his muzzle— the only remarkable thing about him presently noted— and then at last he met eyes of amberstone expectantly.

He felt his spine begin to prickle warily in anticipation, and he shifted only slightly to repress his sudden anxiety. Nothing about the stranger seemed threatening, but Nathaniel was intensely aware of something he needed to keep in check— something about himself he'd rather remain unfounded. Still, his current and overwhelming loneliness, as well as an innate desire for social stimulation, kept him from sending the brute away...

It didn't mean he was going to nice about allowing company nearer. "What?" he called down.