Teach A Man To Fish

An unfamiliar call rang out, distant from where the pallid male had settled in the heart of the willows. Only moments later, Branch summoned attendance for a gathering within the territory, and the young Wreckage male wasn't about to shirk his duties. Heaving himself to his paws, he lumbered towards the source. It never took long to get across the territories, not with legs as long as his. As a steady lope, he made it in record time. Stood in the midst of a clearing, his elder brother had a strange male with him. One of the children that had been recruited was also present. Tiny little thing, but surely she had much to offer to their young pack. The stranger had a primate with him, a creature that wasn't familiar to the young male. However, he was nonetheless intrigued when he caught the tail end of its response to something the girl had said. It talked! Neato.

"Oh, cool! This guy has a buddy! Branch, can I have a buddy like that, too?" He questioned aloud, head and tail flagging high as he trotted jovially into view. His tongue lolled from the side of his maw in a goofy grin, eager to be present for a gathering of his peers. Oh damn, he noticed as he got closer, new guy was quite the dream boat. The young male wouldn't mind it if he spent the rest of the day looking at him. Easy on the eyes, this one. Before he could edge into the territory of being creepy, he glanced at the younger wolf. "Hey kiddo, you settlin' in alright?" he questioned warmly. If she needed his help with something, he'd surely offer.

"speech"