Silver Creek a wind in the door

Mawk. The strange, odd looking wolfdog. He was a curious sight, especially when one saw his curled tail - like that of an Alaskan Malamute, though it was doubtful any wolves knew what that was. Mawk, being the odd one out, had never really made friends. Until he met Illecebra - though she was a lone wolf. True, the man had to admit that he cared for her. He cared for her in a way he'd never done before, and truly it scared him. His emotions, his feelings, they were so messed up. His mixed instincts made life ten times harder, and he didn't want Cebra to get hurt.

It was this, and this alone, that was going through his mind when he returned to the borders that day. He stopped in his tracks, however, when he saw a stranger on their borders. He heard her bark in greeting, and thought it rather odd that she didn't howl for an audience. Surely that was what one would do when joining a pack? Shrugging his broad shoulders, he stepped forward to greet the stranger. "Hullo, stranger. What brings ya to Silver Creek?" he barked in his country accent. It had faded slightly since being in the Teekon, but it was still there and very obvious to the ear. He raised his tail in a warning in case the female tried anything, but she seemed friendly. However if she was a newcomer she'd have to show some kind of submission. As it was, Mawk couldn't make the desicion of whether or not the wolf could join, if that's what she wished to do, but he could still handle the matter until either Spring or Heston arrived.