Horizon Ridge folded up dollar bills

Kennedy was no fool, and he knew that his size meant very little in the social aspect of life. So when the soft and fluffy pack-mate jogged up to greet him with her tail flying high in the air, the Xi lowered his own and averted his gaze out of politeness and respect. He was old enough to know what was to be expected of him, just as any wolf his age would have known. Not that he considered himself old by any means. Once he had made it clear he wanted no challenge, Kennedy responded to her question (or rather, her demand).

"Kennedy," he replied, "and I do believe I am the newest member of Horizon Ridge." A sheepish grin appeared on his face, causing his vibrant green eyes to squint just the tiniest bit. "And who might you be?" he asked, tentatively stepping toward the black creature. He would stop if it seemed that she disliked his friendly advances, but like any wolf with a nose, he knew the best way to remember her would be by her scent, not her appearance or name.