Wheeling Gull Isle In the Gallows

He didn't have to wait long before seeing a smaller formation approaching him. He gruffed lightly as Ypres made herself present and known as Alpha by the way she displayed herself. She didn't look pleased to see him standing there. He tilted his skull to the right to have a better look at her. He took in her scent. He looked at her and smiled.

Oh baby Ypres. You don't recall your good ole uncle Blaq?

He asked her as he tilted his skull back to natural position and smiled. The Bounty hunter gruffed at her as his bottom teeth exposed making connection with his upper lip, grooving his jaw forth. He looked at her locking eyes with the Alpha.

I see you're a success! Atta girl!

He was referring to her being a leader of a pack. The last time he had seen her she was a whelp suckling on her mother's teets. He recalled how she was always so dominant over the other pups. He stepped back and waited for her to respond, but he had high doubts that she'd ever recall him.