Grouse Thicket quercus

Crowfeather had never been hailed before, not literally. 

The dark wolf blinked, though did not seem to have taken offense. The silver figure was rather confident. It was in a way that was not like the large wolf Kynareth, but entirely unique. 

So, Crowfeather did follow. He lowered his narrow snout toward the ground and filled his nose with the male's scent. Not Vein's pack, he thought with relief.