Sunspire Mountains Dropping In (IC joining)

A quiet breeze stirred the branches around the duo, casting the invigorating smell of prey further into Bruce's nostrils. He did his best to ignore it, even though his nose twitched, incredibly interested with the wafting stench through the trees. His stomach gurgled quietly, clamoring for attention. With a massive effort, he brought himself back to the male before him. His head tilted slightly, registering that there was something unique about the brute. Perhaps he wasn't all wolf, as the fellow had first assumed.

I'm sure I came from somewhere distant, he laughed, his tail wagging to show that he was only too happy to oblige the other in conversation. Some wolves can be loners, but I'm clearly not the sort. Now he was referencing the echoing, empty pit of his stomach. I'm looking for anyone that needs a grunt. Just someone to fill the ranks and do as they're told. Of his brothers, he had always been the least dominant. He had almost always stayed quiet until, eventually, he gained some flicker of attention. Then he'd lap it up as thoroughly as he could.