Bramblepoint who's this stupid clown

The stranger bobbed his head and Towhee immediately turned to Tegan, who filled in the blank before she could even ask. Her lips pursed as her gaze shifted back to the stranger, appraising him once more. He looked fairly hale for a lone wolf, with a powerful build that outstripped her own by an inch or two. Surely he was an able-bodied hunter, if he was in such good shape even without a pack in the middle of winter.

"What's your name?" Towhee asked, unaware that she'd just repeated Tegan's question. "And what skills could you provide to a pack?" Even as she questioned him, it occurred to her—with a strange but not unpleasant jolt—that she could accept or deny this wolf without consulting anyone else, since she was in charge. A little thrill passed through her, yet the new Alpha maintained a stoic expression as she watched his mouth expectantly.