Hideaway Strath stood on it to make him stop

If anyone had mentioned his name, Chanel was too ditzy to recall it. She liked the sound of his title, though- a man who introduced himself by both names, she thought, seemed classy, neat. The compliment to her own name caused her to blush beneath her fur, and feeling it only right, she returned it: Why, yours as well, Mister Cenric Deorwine. Chanel chirped with a polite smile, and shifted slightly closer, hesitant. There were the scents of some wolves upon him, but in her one encounter with the deerwolves she had not come close enough to know them by scent. Thus his was unfamiliar, Forgive my nosiness, but if you don't mind, what pack do you call home?