Whitefish River [m] lava lamp

It was a younger female who called out to him and she wore the musk of others, a pack. She was in her prime obviously. Or at least Aleks thought so. He licked the water droplets off of his muzzle before giver he a sharp nod. Hello. He replied short and curt. He kept his body language rather neutral, not yet relaxed but it was obvious he did not intend to be a threat to the stranger.

Aleks. He greeted shortly as his orange gaze stayed trained on her, examining her body language for how he might need to react. Aleks knew they were on neutral lands for his trained nose had not detected borders but that did not mean pack wolves wouldn't get territorial of neutral lands.