Lost soul

Leaving a good personal distance between him and the other two the boy sat down, his tail still wagging in a friendly matter as he allowed time for the other two to speak. The big male spoke first introducing himself as Arvandor which felt like a vary fitting name for the large colorful male. Then the female spoke next. Her last name made him perk slightly and a little bit of a puzzled look came before him. It was a familiar last name, one he roved his mind to find out why, then it struck him. This Marina had the same last name as Zephyra, could this be a relative of her? Could both of them be relatives of hers? He shifted slightly and smiled.

"You wouldn't happen to be of relation to a black and green young women by the name of Zephyra would you," he asked the colorful women to start.

He looked the the large male and smiled. "If so her and my brother, Rivaxorus, rule a pack called Myriad in the South. Currently our claimed territories are Weeping woods and Sea's Plain... That is if you both are interested of course."

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think