Mars

"This is our pack's eye-candy bachelor" the elder wolf jokes.
"Very funny," the one called Mars is indeed quite nice to look at. He's large, muscular, with a coat of the deepest reds and burgundies you have ever seen. Wafts of purples and browns seemed hidden somewhere within there. Then, there were the two sharp, lime-green eyes that pierced into you as he turned to address you.
"I'm Mars. I wasn't pack-born, I'm from far from here actually. I tend to keep my distance still but I'll help out what I can. Honestly...I'm just here to scope out all the good-looking she-wolves most of the time. Yeah, I got a few, uh, lady friends I guess. One that's special, though."

He seems to send you off with a smirk, and you're hit with a cinnamon-like musk that is quite appealing. "What a dog, really," your elder quide chirps. "I think he and Blue are currently a regular thing, though. Oh, don't worry you'll meet her soon."