Northstar Vale Wuthering

Standing upwind as he was, Warbone wasn't truly aware of the stranger's presence until he was slow-turning towards the sound of an unfamiliar chuff. His chin raised automatically, even before his singular eye set upon the dark face of a wolf he realized belatedly that he had never met before, and the show of his teeth was staved fortunately by the respect shown to him. The base of his tail had arched at first, revealing his propensity for defensive aggression, but the rest of the appendage lifted now, giving a tentative wave as he padded forward boldly to come standing within a yard of the male.

He didn't say anything, but the forward-set of his shoulders and the dark expression upon his greyed face demanded to know what business the wanderer had here.