Iktome Plains cut the bullshit, get off my mullet

Whatever apprehensive tension tightened Viinturuth's muscles slackened at once when the ashen stranger turned to look upon him. He was relieved to be met with a friendly face and welcoming beat of tail, which was enough to draw him closer.

He moved in to reach out, curious and eager to test what aroma may be lingering on his new comoanion's fur. "Nothin'," he responded, twitching a whisker as he rose his head and sought the other boy's features with dark eyes; he could not place the scent he bore to any of the packs he'd passed on his wanderings. "Just scouting the local area. Anything worth checking out?"