Blackfeather Woods I'm being followed by a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow

Revolver shifted uncomfortably from paw to paw when the larger male approached, subconsciously lowering his body, even while his tail remained curled over his back. He had very little control over this, and did not know enough about wolf culture to think much of it.

"I want to join your pack," he spoke, his voice cracking a bit as he swallowed back his nerves. "I'm - um. Revolver."