Stoic Luner

"Who are you?"
The question startled the young male, and he looked up at the pitch black shewolf in front of him.
"Why do you want to know?" The words left his jaws before he had the chance to realize how dumb the question was. He was on her territory, not the other way around. Her amused snort told him she thought the same, her tail flicking.
The black shewolf observed his boney skinny frame for a moment before stepping closer, her ears pricked in a friendly curious motion. "I have a spot in my pack; if you are willing. I will feed you whether you decide to join or not. However, you will have to work hard to prove that I can trust you if you want to join permanently. My name is Ravenpaw, and I am the leader of Feathery Pack."
He paused, uncertain of the offer, but let his head droop. He was hungry and tired, and none of his hunting attempts had worked out. "That'd be great.." He didn't have to join, after all. Perhaps he'd just get some food and rest and head on his way to try and find his own territory... However, maybe... If he enjoyed the pack, he might stay.