Redhawk Caldera ghosts in the willows

Oleander was a cool name, Clarence thought, in direct contrast to the other boy's thinking that his name was silly. But their names were a bit similar in feel, he thought - it was neat. 

"I'm from south of here. My pack lives in the woods," he explained, curled tail thumping on the ground a few times. It was nice of the boy to want to talk to him rather than being angry at his forwardness. "What about you?" Clarence continued, laying his chin on his forepaws and looking up at the green-eyed wolf.