Verdant Basin the stray

Familiarizing himself with the general area surrounding the Copse in the hinterlands after marking the borders brought Fluke wandering a bit further than he had before, trailing along the edges of the plateau and through a glade until the wilderness stretched before him, reaching all the way toward mountains that seemed to string along the Southwest, disappearing at one end near the ocean and at the other off into the white-covered wilderness. He had no idea that there were other packs further South, but seemed to enjoy the fact that there was a good enough deal of space between them and any other packs. Not that it would matter much, anyway- the Firebirds had the Redhawks, and the same vice versa. He felt confident that should any other packs challenge them for hunting ground rights that they would come out on top. 

Normally he reacted to the presence of another wolf with an eager sort of surprise or interest- but something about the dark female he saw in the distance stopped him in his tracks. There wasn't much to her- she was a fair slip of a wolf with a determined yet fearful look to her gaze as she made her way toward the glade where he stood slightly in the shadows. He drew forward slightly, lowering his head respectfully and allowing his thick, bushy tail to wave between his hocks, so that his posture would affirm the fact that he meant no harm. A small thing like her would be able to outrun him in almost any scenario anyway, what with his bulk and lack of trained muscle slowing him down. He woofed to her softly, hoping that his presence wouldn't stop her, and that he hadn't simply ruined her day just by being there.