Silvertip Mountain Old Stylo

Seriously? Wow. Ya get around.

Copper saw a Wolfess with her tail raised high up into the air, and her nose to the ground. He held his head high, and trotted over to her.
"Hey." Copper said, almost happily. With so few wolves to be around, he was starting to get lonely.
But it so happened some company wandered right to him. She Seemed alright. She wore the scent of the pack, and was a giiirl. Copper frowned at his thoughts. He was nothing more than a horny teen.
"So.. Who are ya'?" Copper said, chest held high.
He saw an odd look of mischeif in her eyes. Besides looking quite different from him, this wolf carried himself the way he did. He felt some friendly competition coming on. He knew if he was going to be the infamous mountain protector, he needed to be the best.
"If you want to keep talking, you got to keep up!" copper than resumed his patrol, at a slower pace now, stopping to sniff certain things.