Ankyra Sound into the rainbow vein

Aw shit. It was only when another made herself known did Lucca realise how often forests such as the one he had just walked in to were claimed by a pack. Sure enough, the faint smell of wolfscent marked the trees here, though it was weak enough to give him pause. A struggling pack? By the looks of the lady who had...uh, greeted him, he wouldn't be surprised if that was so. She was thin and raw-boned, with a serpentine-like presence - the wind pulling at the dark fur surrounding her sharp features didn't help make her look any less menacing. Menacing, however, seemed to be exactly what she was aiming for.

With a dip of his head and small, friendly wag of his lowered tail despite her warning growl, Lucca replied with a soft whine. "Uh, hello, ma'am," he said hesitantly, having to raise his voice over the rustle of the leaves above. "I-I'm sorry if this is your territory, I am...I am indeed lost."