Razorback Ridge Could this be home?

Oh, yes! I know! Heheh… Arsenio’s eyes are blue. If ever you see me referencing “glacial blue,” that’s Arsenio! >w< Sorry for the confusion.

The visitor was quick to offer himself, saying that he had traveled a great distance before finding the mountain range irresistible. After some exploration, he had ended up on the edge of their claim in hopes that he might find a pack for himself. The young wolf was introduced as Dasher.

Dasher, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Arsenio, the Arche of Epoch. The redstone wolf’s expression remained friendly, toothy in his smiles. The blue of his eyes danced merrily across Dasher’s figure. He would never turn a wolf away for being half-blind, or entirely blind. Towhee had proven to him that wolves would find their way through disadvantages. His time as a soldier had shown him strength through disability, as well.

Would you care to view the lands before you decide to join? I have become an exceptional tour guide, in my leadership here.

Arsenio winked, swinging his head for Dasher to follow him into the vale. It was always a pleasure to show newcomers the paradise they had found.