Bearclaw Valley greensprout

hI BROTHER WHO IS NOT BROTHER RN BUT OLD BROTHER

The moment a howl rang through the valley Alexander began at a steady trot towards the entrance. With the voice unfamiliar and not accompanied by one that he did recognise, the male was not as quick with his arrival as usual; he meandered along, feeling not the least bit rushed, even as he made his way up the path—until he spotted his wife, at which point his pace picked up so that he was soon standing before them, a swing of his muzzle urging her to his side. At the same time, his tail rose along with his chin, queer gaze turning upon the other male. He looked him over whilst his nose drew in the scents that clung to his coat, seeing the thinness of his frame and finding no traces of a pack. Glancing sideways at his wife—assuming she’d come to stand at his side—his eyes betrayed his curiosity: where’d you find this one?

Returning his attention to the gaunt wolf, he asked, “What do you want?”