Silver Moraine The Paths Others Have Trod

He took in her nod and stood still, to let her gather what she wished of his scent, flaring his own nostrils to take in some of her own history. A gentle swish of his tail and a smile on his lips as he spoke again. "It's good to meet you." He scented the air once more, now that he knew what he was looking for he thought he could detect the evidence of other creatures passing by. Whle two wolves was not quite as good as three or four it was still better than one, or at least better than Massaraq alone.

"What say you to a second set of fangs and claws on the hunt?" He asked, canting up his tone at the question as he waited for an answer.