Thunder Dome Thunder Bringer

As his vision cleared, he spotted a dark coated wolf stood in his path. Not far ahead, but not too close for comfort.

Taking in the scent, it was not hard to deduce their identity as a wolf of Shadow Ridge. He felt a twinge of irritation - habit built from his days in the mother pack. But maman did not wish to carry on with traditions that relied on intimidation. Chaudry would need to learn.

He flashed a smile at the man, and found himself calling out. Bonsoir, mon ami. You are from the ridge, yes? As he heard himself speak, he wondered for a moment if the lavender-eyed boy had rubbed off on him.