Sun Mote Copse Something just like this.

Soon, Sundance became aware that he was not alone. The silverwhite rose his proud muzzle to glance toward the sound of padding paws, pastel eyes quick to find the a dark stranger among the woods. Phox, was his immediate, hopeful thought.

It was not his guardian's brother, however. Aside from an obvious difference in sex, she did not wear the cooler shades of Asterism Grove's former leader. The platinum yearling was disappointed, naturally, to be no further forward in his search for the Firebirds, but he was glad to see no hostility.

"Hello," he answered gently, with a friendly sway to his snow-tipped tail as he returned the she-wolf's greeting. "Would you hapoen to know what happeneed to the pack that lived here?"