Porcupine Ridge and I told you to be patient

The accent is a surprise to him, one that makes him quirk his head and still. A foreigner for sure, one that carries a tune he gently remembers from the past.

A white wolf on the borders. Covered in a cloak of red.

A black male he had to carry out by the scruff.

"No need for apologies, miss..?" He paused, not knowing her name and dipping his head down in greetings. When she offers it he would only correct himself, smiling. "I am Greyback, leader of Easthollow. I only come to patrol and enjoy the evening. Perhaps you may keep me company? "