Swiftcurrent Creek kaleidoscope [joining]

One ear flickered at the presence of another sidling up beside him, and a quick cant of his muzzle would allow his peripheral vision to catch view of Eclipsis. He had formed little opinion of the paler she-wolf thus far, and his only way of greeting her for now was a slight tip of his head in a nod to indicate her presence was welcome.

His gaze drifted sharply back to the ivory female, though, and as she spoke, he gave a small nod. Her heritage was not something he was familiar with – but that wouldn’t sway his opinion of her one way or another. His own family held proud lines – in his mind at least, for the DeMonte’s had begun to spread across North America with firm paws in leading packs and maintain their one true trait – wanderlust.

Luckily, it had yet to pull him from his current home.

“Scimitar Frostfur,” he offered then, in ways of quick introductions. “Alpha of these lands you wish to call home. So tell me.. what can you offer this pack?”