fall out

Aside from the alpha himself, there was only one other pack mate Jensen had not properly introduced himself to. One of his own gender, a higher ranked male by the name of Copper. The moon hung low in the sky by the time the eta made his way to a nearby meadow, settling up along a tree that surrounded the small enclosure and getting himself as comfortable as possible. It would be here that Jensen lifted his inky muzzle to the sky and released a howl for the man, polite and simple. Wanna hang out, bro? he thought to himself with amusement, hopeful the fella would be as easy-going as himself. He enjoyed the company of the women, but bro time was a necessity; now all Jensen needed was to find said bro, and his tail twitched in anticipation of that being Copper.