You approach a dog lazily sleeping under the cover of a bush, concerned about the lack of awareness. "Hello how might you be?" You stumble back and growl ready for the dog to attempt to gain an upper hand. He gets up and streches dis-concerned, "I'm Michael, I trust you smell others and wanted to investigate correct?" Hackles still raised you nod slowly, wary of the relaxed attitude of this foreigner. "My pack is called The Laundry Basket, open to all," He padded deeper into the thick brush making sure not to hit you with any stray branches. The heavy brush thinned and gave way to a clearing with a small pond fed by a smaller river. Pups wrestled and played together howling occasionally. Something seemed strange. Many of the pups seemed to have bright blue eyes including some young wolves. "Here I was able to start a pack that won't discriminate on heritage, age, looks, or skills," It started to make sense, most of the wolves were odd colors, old, and half breeds. "If you would like you can spend the night and eat with us?" This wolf was kind, a leader of a happy and mixed pack. You spend the night and fill your belly, playing with the energetic pups before leaving a friend to the family that was Michael's pack.
