Now it starts

FitzDutiful was used to sleeping in pack lands, but rumours were abound that dangerous dogs lingered and so he had spied the pitch black wolf but feigned his sleep as she approached. He didn't get the impression that she was out to kill - it wasn't as if she was stalking him. In the end, he was right as she just shouted at him instead!

Feigning surprise he "woke up", "Wow, quite a wake up call there!" he said as he looked her over - trying to size up potential recruits for his new pack. Life as lone wolf was hard and it was difficult to catch food with his injury, but it had been his decision to start this now. He didn't regret it at all.

The female in front of him seemed young, younger than he was anyway. He was two in a few days whereas she seemed new to the life of a yearling. The sight made him smile. He could do with a few enthusiastic wolves to counter balance his old soul.

"Looking for a new home?" he enquired, unless any new packs had set up lately he was pretty sure that she didn't belong to any that usually resided around this area.