Blackfoot Forest In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure dome decree:

thought id throw my other toon at you :P

The deep growl had made its way throught the night to reach Siarut's sensitive snowy ears. He wasn't use to the noise of the forest at night, his own home had been a deadly place to linger in the dead of night. The pale brute ears had perked at the unsual sound however. It was a sound he hadn't heard before. 

He approached without worry for his person, only curiosity. He was confident in his skill that whatever it might be, he could handle it. What he didn't expect to find, as he watched through the branches in a bush, was the sight of another wolf. He was light in tone, tan and blondes interwoven across his pelt. Siarut was surprised that such a growl had come from the opposing male.

He took a step into the night, coming to stand before the male. His own stark white fur would stand obvious in the dark, and his intense olive green gaze locked on the figure before him. His ears were pulled forward indicating his curiosity, and he displayed his confidence in his stance with is tail raised and chest held proud. He was curious about the man, however he had heard the anguish in the growl. Anger could be dangerous, and it was best to be prepared. 

"Evening." Sia assumed the man wasn't from the south, although after meeting Nanook he couldn't be to sure. Even so he spoke in the standard tongue, although his accent hung heavy in the air. Some might find it hard to understand. He understood the common tongue better than most within his pack, but he could never shake his accent. 

Siarut waited to see what the male might do. He was confident in his ability and yet made a mental note that his siblings were probably close enough to hear his howl, should he need their help. It gave him the tenacity to stand his ground. 

The moon and stars stared down upon the uncommon pair bellow, placing bets on the outcome.