Bearclaw Valley Three Musketeers

He had been staying by the borders, guarding the entrance from a distance when he spotted three youngsters charging into the Valley without regard. Immediately he stalked forward, like a prowling panther, with his hackles bristling, ears flattened against his skull and black lips peeled back to reveal gleaming silver fangs. When he approached though, his posture relaxed and his hackles rested along his spine once more. "You shouldn't rush into another pack's territory without issuing a howl outside the borders first," Raziel said with a tilt of his head, his stance telling them he was a wolf of high rank

The Beta's grey ears pricked as the albino's howl rang through the air, then a howl rang for him. Tilting his proud crown back, Raziel let loose a howl for her, informing her that he was there already. Raziel offered the kids a smile, remembering his promise to be nice. "I apologize for my attitude at first, Scarlett's pregnancy had me on an edge. I'm Raziel, Beta of Bearclaw Valley." He studied them with bright teal eyes for a moment. "Scarlett's expecting you. Come with me."