Whitefish River cor in absentia

"Yes ma'am," said Dauntless, quickly composing himself as a woman approached, but not losing the shine in his green eyes. "I'm looking to join this pack, if you'll have me. I can hunt."

His gaze left the woman, briefly, to land on the male coming up behind her, but a moment later he looked back to her, deciding that she was the more present authority in this encounter. "I'm Dauntless," he said to the male, struggling to split his attention. "Pleased to meet you," he added as a hasty afterthought.

Without knowing what he looked like, Dauntless had no way to know that he bore a passing but remarkable resemblance to one of the wolves that arrived on the scene soon after his call. If he had known, he would've been faintly embarrassed -- the clearest different between them was size, after all, and Dauntless would be the one left wanting in this comparison.

Even without knowing, he compared himself to the male, watching him out of the corner of his eye while he tried to give the female his respectful attention.