Porcupine Ridge changes in the wind won't compromise

The lithe male fox scampered over boulders and gulleys, his small body twisting and leaping, slowly making it's way to the top. The little patched creature became to tire after hours of scampering to the top. Deciding to rest, maybe nap for a bit, Kesik noticed the heavy scent of wolf. His ear flicked as he considered. He had heard many stories of wolves, but never before spoke to one. Perhaps this one-a fae- would be friendly. Following the scent, he stepped cautiously through a gully, barley wide enough for him. The dark wolf was before him, as beautiful and elegant as the stories told. He bowed his speckled head, sparkling blue optics trained on her. "Greeting, ma'am. I am Kesik." his head tilted as he looked up at her. "May I have the honor of knowing your name, dark one?' he said respectfully.