Swiftcurrent Creek Gnaar Mok

His patrol had been fairly uneventful and had done little to help clear his mind. He was beginning to think nothing could really distract him from the aftermath of the mess he had made, but he supposed he deserved it. He stopped to rub against a tree, face twisted with concern as his troubled thoughts continued to weigh heavy on the alpha. The scent of another pulled his attention from the tree and his problems, and he turned to see the male of varying shades of brown a short distance from where he stood. It was a packmate he had not formally met, so he wasted no time heading that way, intent on introducing himself. 

As he neared, Kavik released a low chuff, stopping a few feet from the creek wolf and greeting him with a polite dip of his head. Hello, he offered, taking a seat. I'm Kavik. He thought maybe the other wolf might already know who he was, but he gave him his name anyway just in case.