Emberwood Take my love down to Baton Rouge

As she stepped back, Dovev flattened out his fur and lowered his gum, his gaze returned to drift over rather bury holes into her. The wolf wasn't well-known for his gregariousness or affableness, but this female exuded an aura of happiness. It was almost contagious, and Dovev struggled to keep his alert, stand-offish composure. After all, she had just revealed her pack affiliation.

Although the male had only heard stories of Sunspire in passing, the line was clear- they were carefully neutral on purpose. Such caution had sparked curiousity in the white male, wondering what had transpired between his pack and the mountain dwellers. This Vienna seemed hardly the type to spook anyone away. She had motioned behind her, and through the crisp golden and rusty orange leaves, a mountain rose in the distance.
The Sunspire, eh? Wonder what it's like to live up there, he mused. Tipping his head back down, Dovev responded in full. I am Dovev, and I guess our packs have a little history between them.