Moonspear Trying to hold on

As he saw figures coming his way, his heart began pounding against his sternum, but he kept his cool exterior. Bernard rose to his feet, steeling them not to wobble. He gave them a polite dip of his head, but a cold question was tossed at him, anyhow. What was meant by "what are you" was unclear to him. The white wolf held a maximally dominant posture, and he assumed this was a high-ranking individual, if not the alpha himself. Though quite the hulking figure, he ensured that his form was as relaxed as he could will it, head and tail down and ears... Well, they were never perked.

Bernard was beginning to wonder if his mother were some strange exception and wolves just tended to be an unfriendly bunch, but he swallowed the thought down. He needed to be as polite as possible, which he was quite good at. My name is Bernard Donauri. I am just a canine in search of a pack, if you will have me, He stated formally and clearly. Not wanting to prattle on, he waited for their response, willing to answer whatever it was they'd want to know.