The Sunspire [I.C.J] fall hues

He lifted his head slightly, tilted at an angle as he peered up at the black brute. The question this Jace posed was a meaningful one. Normally wolves would have some sort of innate talent, an extraneous skill that would make them a worthy catch of any pack, but the scrawny young adult wasn't exactly groomed for any sort of position within a pack.
I would do well as a scout, he replied, ears flat against his skull. It was the only job he could think of that would use his long legs and excitable nature for exploring new grounds, and discovering new things.