Swiftcurrent Creek Dirty water, poison rain

Soltero beckoned him to the borders, and the stocky form of the black wolf quickened his pace to see what the silver Beta required of him. 

It would seem another loner had made it to their home, and allowing his fiery eyes to sweep over her, he then settled his gaze to the male before giving a small nod of greeting. 

Slipping forward, the regal’s muzzle tilted up slightly, studying the woman with a withheld scrutiny. Hello, he offered, waiting to see who would offer why he had been called.