Sequoia Coast they come to snuff the rooster

Corranochender paused a moment after his initial greeting, in case the other was less than friendly. He had lucked out thus far, having not encroached upon a pack's territory or met anyone aggressive. When the female noticed him and acknowledged his presence, the large male continued forward, fluffy gray tail wagging behind him.

He cocked his head to the side slightly when she mentioned giving thanks. He supposed it wasn't so strange a thing to say. He was always thankful when his pack made a good kill or when all the pups made it through the winter. And right now, he was thankful that the sun was out for longer than 5 minutes. He didn't mind the rain too much, but his pelt hadn't been fully dry in days.

"Greetings Salish! I am Corranochender." He smiled at the pale colored female, her friendliness and exuberance was refreshing. "I'm doing quite well. How are you? Oh and...what did you mean when you said you were "giving thanks?"