Moonspear birthed from a bloodline

YAY

Dune, well-versed in border etiquette, was quick to lower his stance when the black wolf appeared. The last thing he wanted to do was get himself hurt (or worse--killed), and as long as this pack wasn't overly protective or rabid, he felt he had a pretty good chance of coming out of this encounter alive. His eyes remained averted, though he did look in her general direction. He could tell that she was a bit smaller than him, but their coat color could not be more different. Where she was as black as the night sky, he was as white as the snow that piled up around them.

He said nothing when she approached, allowing her to do the talking if she wished. Then again, Dune did not see the need for such frivolous spoken word. If she wished to know his name, she could have it. If she wished to know his skills, what good could it possibly do to tell her? It would become obvious if he joined whether or not he possessed any real skills.