As you wander into the cave, you spot the young male playfully quite rougly with the younger pups, viewing him as some sort of elder sibling. He stands out like a sore thumb against the other pelts of the wolves within the pack, making it quite obvious that he was not born here but rather was adopted in.
From his rougness, you notice Quail glaring to the male, obviously a mother who doesn't enjoy his form of playing. As he spots you, he puts on a welcoming smile that reveals all his sharp teeth in a friendly manner.. before being tackled by a rather energetic pup.
Waxing Crescent Moon
Autumn
Hunter 
Hunter