Whitefish River well, what'd'ya know?

Oop, he didn't expect it to be returned. Maybe that was a small lie; Ma always said if you were positive, people would respond to it. Nevertheless, the friendly greeting had been returned. Dorian almost jumped on his back legs, tempted to balance like an excitable pup and bounce around akin to a fool. What a great first impression!

But he resisted. "Hi, Hiero - something - cool" Dorian squinted openly at the name, feeling his tongue go fat and useless. He tilted his head dangerously at the guy, wondering how to even say that pack's name. Wow. A mouthful. "name's Dorian." He nodded his head up and down, side-eyeing the other approaching figure. This time a woman.

Her words were less friendly, but she looked relaxed for someone finding a stranger at their border. "I'm Dorian" he would say for her benefit, glancing her way. His tail swayed behind him like a banner, an easy grin festering in the presence of such a pretty lady. "no - I, uh, sorta wanted to know what" he paused, recalling the name of the pack. "Kaistleoki was all about. Maybe join you guys, if ya wanted me?"