I found it. It's mine (Claiming)

Dunkan was late to the party, for the never ending fights for the power, for the right to own a pack. He came with the desire to find out who might take these lands as their own. The brown, white and black wolf arrived to the scene, eyes falling over all the attendants, some he didnt know but others he did very well, from his far away past. But as reserved as he always was, he didnt do any effort to speak or interact, he just watched, he just witnessed on his own spot, knowing he was a no one, someone no one will care about, but he didnt care, he never did. And like that he sat down and watched in silence. His companions close by, and his armor and claw wantlers on.

"The talking"