It was not uncommon for the tan pup to dwell just on, or very close to, the Dahlia De Mai borders. From where the pup was standing the smell of Conor's territory marking scent could barely be picked up. He was collecting grass, and could be seen holding the thin strands in his maw from a distance. But it was he who spotted the white wolf first. A two legged white female, standing beside an odd creature. He trotted over to the girl, tilting his head as she dismounted from the creature. The horse didn't seem to give much thought to the pup that had clamped down onto his tail. "Tastes just like Uncles.." As the white woman sat down her fire wood, the pup came up next to her. He was unsure if she had heard him before, but wasn't really trying to be 'sneaky'. Stealth was hard enough for a pup to acquire, especially for a non-agile one such as himself. "That a big wolfie." He wondered for a moment if it was just another figure of someone with luperci; but most wolves wouldn't take kindly to having their tail bitten in any form. And this animal seemed not to have any feeling in it at all. Luckily the pup didn't try to push his luck by yanking it, for that would have probably gained a response..
She did not smell of Dahlia, this woman. Her scent was pleasant to the nose, the foreign smell was some thing that the pup had not yet experienced. His little nose could almost pick up each individual that she had got close enough to in the last few days. The small black knob that sat on the tip of his snout expressed it's pleasure in short, quick intakes of air.
"speech"