Grouse Thicket 'cause i'm a dragonslayer, girl

Further cowed by Masquerade's alert stance, Stingray took two more steps back before giving his tail a low wiggle. Aye, he replied, peeking up at the sky once more. The offending grouse was nowhere to be seen.

Stingray stood there awkwardly a moment, the picture of a nervously fidgeting school boy who didn't how to act around another wolf his age. His nostrils twitched as he took in what scent information he could from a distance. He could tell that Masquerade was not alone, but it didn't smell like she had many comrades. Maybe just one? A lonely life, if so.

He thought about what Meerkat had said about recruiting another wolf. It's about offering someone a home and a new lease on life. He wasn't going to get any better at this not shooting his shot.

D'you live around here? he asked. My pack is that way, if... I mean, if you have nowhere better to go. He clapped his mouth shut, realizing he wasn't doing a very good job selling Sun Mote Copse. Certainly not a good enough job to convince a complete stranger to come home with him. My ma and da and lead it, they're real nice, he tacked on, feeling ever more lame by the second.