Detroit Pack

      There's a smoky metallic scent in the air as you approach the caves in the side of the mountain, the perfect size for a new pack of wolves. You're careful as you investigate further, not knowing whether or not these wolves are aggressive or friendly -- only one way to find out.

      You're about to peer into the cavern when you hear a low growl and you turn around to see a large wolf with ice blue eyes baring his teeth at you. You're quick to assume that this is the leader, given his bigger size and protective demeanor... and it looks like he's ready to attack you for trespassing. You back up to turn on your heel and get the hell out of here, but you hear another wolf approach the leader with a concerned and confused expression, looking from him to you and back again.

      This wolf has black fur with gray unders, his eyes a warm brown. He gives the other wolf a soft nudge before approaching you with a kind demeanor. 

      "Hello there!" he greets with a smile, "what is your business here?"

      You explain that you were simply exploring and unaware that there was a pack residing here, and that you were just about to leave. 

      He nods in acknowledgement, "I see. You'll have to excuse RK900," he gestures his nose in the direction of the larger wolf, "he's rightfully protective when strangers come around." You follow his gaze to the wolf you now know is RK900; he seemed to have calmed down a bit from before, but he still has an unhappy expression and body language.

      "I forgot to introduce myself!  I'm Connor," he bows his head in a proper greeting and you can't help but follow, appreciating the kindness. "You can stay for a bit if you'd like! Go ahead! Look around! I'll lead you just so the other wolves are aware you're not some trespasser."

      And with that, Connor takes the lead into the cavern, leaving RK900 to sit and watch with a stern glare.

      "Come along now...!"