Silver Creek Even When I Lose I'm Winning

Mawk was still walking, trudging through the snow with a slight grimace on his face. He paused, however, when he noticed a wolf he had yet to meet. "G'mornin'" He grinned, though bowed his head slightly. He believed he was the lowest ranking wolf in the pack so far, and it made sense to submit. Though the wolf did not greet him, and instead questioned what he was.

Mawk stood there, blinking at the suddenness of the question, but eventually answering, "A wolfdog," then adding "Gotta curly tail, see?" He wiggled it then chuckled. "The names Mawk. Who might ya be?"

Mawk was used to having that question asked, but it was clear this wolf had never met a wolfdog before. Though, the way he had asked had startled him and it made Mawk a little offended. 'What are you' was a harsh way of asking, in his opinion anyway, but perhaps this wolf might be a little polite once he had introduced himself.