King Elk Forest Water to wine and the finest of sands

Mawk just nodded. "There are many packs around here. I am from the Silver Creek pack." They were a small group but all fairly close - at least in Mawk's mind, anyway. "Packs 're good 'cause they keep you safe and help you, but ya have to work for it. I'm workin' on becoming a mercenary and a Scout." He explained, his face brightening slightly as he spoke of his current home. He had friends there, too. 

He chuckled slightly at the dogs next question, and gave another flick of his tail. "Some wolves are and some are not, I'm not."

"At least, not when I'm ina good mood."