Lakota

You wander into the cave, shaped like a crescent moon, following the glow of Lakota's enticing blue irises. Passing by some mewling newborns and playful cubs blanketed in the moonlight glow, you bow your neck slightly towards Manuki, the pack leader's male mate.
"Sit," he instructs, pointing his snout towards a carefully quilted mound of smoothed rocks.
You fail to resist a gulp as you notice the previously bustling and cheery cave has been vacated, leaving only you and the imposing Silver Akota within.
"You have wandered into my lands, being, though I do not take kindly to intruders, I seek not violence. I believe there is always something to be learned from another, friend or foe..." he settles on his own quilt and observes you with his glistening, inscrutable eyes. "That said, it does not mean that I will not respond in likeness to those who threaten the safety of my pack."
You shrink from his gaze into the soft, blue linen before you are able to stop yourself. Lakota says nothing, despite having very probably noticed the effect he has, and shakes the fur around his neck, almost as a lion would his mane.
"Now then, enlighten me - what business does a creature such as yourself have in my lands?"