Wraith kept up a steady stream of conversation as he led Sahalie south towards the willows. He regaled to her tales of the mountains where he was born, how his family would hunt the mountain goats and compete with rare spotted predators that were so quiet they were almost never heard until they were right on top of you. All the while, the male subtly kept an eye out for any sign of the coyotes' return. That the vermin had dared attack the young one so close to pack territory was an insult Wraith couldn't help but take personally.
Regardless, his demeanor remained calm and friendly, entertained by his companion's excitement for life and adventure, even if she claimed not to be looking for such a thing. As the willows came into sight, his tail wagged. Though he'd not been part of the pack for very long, it had started to feel like home. "There they are," he told her, grinning wide. "We'll call for the others on the pack border just so no one gets their tails kinked."
Saying so, Wraith lifted his muzzle and let out his loud, deep howl to summon his pack mates to come greet their visitor. Lowering his head, he nudged Sahalie affectionately behind the ear. "You can call, too. Perhaps one of them will recognize your voice."