One day I'll know how far I'll go

Wary eyes barely more blue than ice tracked across the plains constantly, so it was no surprise to him when his call was answered. It was the "who" answering his call that was a mild surprise though, causing him to first blink, then narrow his eyes in close study as the wolf came closer. Tall, very tall, and of a red so bright nature could surely not have bestowed it upon fur, yet there he was. Had Enrico not met the male named Ganta further south this male would have been a further shock to him, but as it was the bright red of this male was rather softened after meeting a wolf of bright orange, with white eyes and actual hair like a horse.

His wariness increased the closer the male got, and though his expression gave nothing but calm, his body became more and more taut, till he appeared as though he would burst into motion at any moment - though with his graceful form and expressionless face it would be hard now to say if it would be to dance, to fight, or to flee.

Despite his posture Enrico held his ground as the male approached. "I am called Mask," he said, slowly and carefully forming the words. He had more practice with this common language now, his knowledge of the language itself improving though there was little he could do yet to hide the accent that marked him as not being a native speaker. "I seek to join your pack, if you would have me."