Galloping Through the Grass

Switchback looked up in surprise at the new wolf, did he say prince? She was lucky to have met such a high-ranked wolf on her first day on the island. Wagging her tail she sat up slowly with her head angled lower than usual in a submissive position. Even though she hadn't been around a pack for a few months, she still knew her wolf code. After lowering her head Switchback gave a friendly smile and said, "Hello Prince Maverick, I am Switchback of.... well nothing. I have come to your border today because I have heard that their are many wolf packs on this island. Ever since I've arrived on this island I've smelled wolf markers everywhere, so I assume that the rumor was correct. Now I lost my pack a few moons ago, and being a loner isn't really my thing. I love the loyalty and organized life of a pack. Now I was wondering what your pack was like. Did you say it was called Seracia? Where do you guys live and hunt? Are there other packs roaming the island?" Switchback let out a huff as she let her mouth catch back up to her thoughts, "I'm sorry if I'm asking to fast, I'm always eager to learn!"

After finishing her sentence Switchback lowered her head again and silently waited for the Prince's reply. Not knowing exactly what the wolves were like around here, she started to get worried. Were they violent wolves, or nice wolves? Crazy, or organized? As the thoughts ran through her head she scratched her nose with a quick rub of the paw and focused back on the russet male. She was glad that she had also found a wolf with a similar coat color. Sometimes having somewhat of a golden orange coat was hard and odd.