Lost Creek Hollow Southstairs

The male gave a flinch and a sickly smile. Clearly not ready for the approach of another, but trying as hard as he could to be kind. Sandy could respect that. He wasn't nervous, but he didn't like many other's in his space either.

Well met, Kel.

Sandy nodded his head. I know when your scent came across our lands. I'm Sandulf, but if it's easier you can call me Sandy everyone does.

Easy flick of burnished tail. Yellow eyes taking in everything that made up this wolf. Dressed in autumn colors and wood. With eyes as blue as the sky on a warm summer day. A soft chuckle curled around his chest and he nodded. 

Women can be vicious or absolutely impish during this time. So I understand. He lifted an athletic shoulder, unsure what else to say. There wasn't much to say about it all.

Are you integrating well? I'm sorry I didn't greet you before this. I tend to prefer my own company at times.