Bitterroot Valley Make me proud, as I stand before you.

Khali shook his head yes as he padded a bit closer to the wolf. Oh the one from the marsh, I don’t even remember her name., He kept the thought to himself. A small smile welcomed her even though he know he looked like he just crawled out of a den from napping for 10 years. 

“Yes that’s my name... Sorry but I don’t remember yours though you do seem familiar.” He said stopping just a stretch away from the female. He flicked his ears and waited for her to say something, hopefully her name.