There wasn’t long to wait, which was a comfort.

The pretty hello of the incoming she-wolf causes him to turn with a wide yellow stare. His eyes seem to go in different directions for a moment but they right themselves and Hallr breaks into a toothy grin. His face splits joyously and he gets to his paws quick as a canary to greet her.

Though the she-wolf is larger than him, to Hallr she appears tiny. Something about her presence is light and delicate, wafting through the pines to find him. Hallr’s eyes get wider and his grin gets toothier, the overall effect being somewhat alarming. She’s a mite older too, though the smattering of brown across her muzzle seems to lend her youth. And more still, she grants him her name! Ambrosia… Quite taken, Hallr immediately wags his tail and steps forward. “You may, you may!” He encourages, “I am Hallr, of right here and now!” He exclaims, dragging out his own name like h-aaaah-ler.

The monochrome wolf trots a tight circle around his new acquaintance, immediately invading her personal bubble with a curt sniff of her cheek. Diveen, she’d said. He ponders the name aloud, halting his circle to settle in front of the pale lady. “Is that your family name?” He asks, narrowing his eyes for the first time. The result is somewhat sinister, though he immediately perks up again, returning to his excitable visage. “I’ve heard of packs naming themselves before. Fascinating! And where is your Diveen?” Hallr’s tone is somewhat urgent, for he was new to this place, this land, and yearned to gather as much information as possible.

And his smile never faltered.