New Family {mostly for BDP respoce, but any can read.}

Pura was very, very awake, and nobody wanted to play with him. He had rushed from wolf to wolf, pawing at their knees or backs or face until he was shoved out of the way or growled at, and now he was down to the strangers. There were several to choose from, but the very newest newcomer was that black, tank-like thing that dozed at the edge of the clearing. Like most Blacktail Deer Plateau wolves, she was dark - a pattern that wasn't lost on Pura. The forest seemed to pull dark wolves in like moths to the flame, and only a handful (himself included) broke the trend.

The gangling grey boy lumbered up to the older wolf where she lay, and extended his nose to sniff at her at a meter's distance. She still smelled like a stranger - a mixture of cold and stone, if those things could be smelled. There was an absence of the earthy scents that characterized a veteran of the Plateau.

Pura took another step forward. "Who-o-o you?"