Narron stood there, uncomfortably at first, that he had done what he had done. He shifted and took a few steps around in the stop, but quickly paused, jumped and turned around. It was so quick that this wolven had come to him, noting she was Alpha. His eyes narrowed gently and he huffed quietly. He was so far from the pack lands. He knew that, the territory scent was vague. He lowered his stance just a bit and his tail shot under his rear end and his ears were out to the side. He noted so many incorrect things wrong with this situation, but he didn't want to say anything about the problem. He had been around many great Alphas in his time to know how to control a pack, even if he had never been an Alpha himself.

He lowered himself down all the way on the ground and crawled up close to the Alphess, his magenta tongue slipped over his charred lips, "Ma'am, I'm nothing but a loner. Narron Wyche is my name.." his voice trailed around them, "I'm here in your territory for search of rest, at least, maybe a home." He took a deep breath and rolled over onto his backside, submissively and squirmed lightly, but resisted himself as he waited for the female.

Narron Wyche

Lone Wanderer

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Magnificent Obsession