Lost Creek Hollow no grave can hold my body down

His tail hung lowly, giving san idle sway as he was greeted by a robust she-wolf. His eyes, stoical, surveyed her quickly before drifting to stare at her paws, his muzzle swinging lower as the bear made to show respect and allow himself to appear smaller. “My name is Kentoc,” he rumbled in return, his eyes tracing from her paws to the haven she guarded. It seemed as if it could be a decent home—resource-wise, anyway. “I’m looking for a pack to join.”