Angel With A Shotgun

The other pup was black, with mis-matched eyes and a quiet demeanor. Oberon approved of him immediately. He didn't like useless chatter. Unless it was his sisters. But he adored them no matter what, so that didn't really matter. Still, as he waited for the other to speak, Oberon was quiet, quiet until the other pup introduced himself. Gabriel. The name had a ring to it. "O...Oberon." He introduced himself in turn, tongue stumbling slightly over the length of his name. He was clearly still a little new talking, and the words were an unfamiliar language to the creature who had before relied upon body language and squeaks of varying pitch to get his point across.

"You don't smell like my famileh." Oberon observed, tilting his head slightly as he examined the black figure. Why didn't he smell like Ludicael? Was he from another place? Or was he just a stranger to Oberon? He didn't think that the other was from Ludicael, but it was a possibility, as Oberon had not run into other wolves very often. Much of his interactions had been limited to his family, especially his sisters and mother. His father too, but that was a bit more limited, and other packmembers?

Well, suffice it to say that Oberon did not remember the pack meeting that had occurred in his mother's den when he was born.