StormHeart

StormHeart carefully placed his paw down onto the next ridge down. Hind paws on one rock, front paws on a lower, he lifted his head to get a better look around the Canyon. He hadn't conversed with many, although he had seen a lot of animals already. Swishing a tan and gray tail, he waited to see what could happen.

Sylar

It had only been a few weeks since she battled her brother for control over Aspen Grove, and Sylar had slipped into the role of alphess with great ease. She was completely happy as she made her way through the canyon, seeking new members for her home. The large white wolfess spotted StormHeart, and she barked quietly to let him know she was there. She was only two years old, but she had grown-up quickly.

"Hello, My name is Sylar, daughter of Vestige and Cortinarri and alphess of Aspen Grove. Who are you?"

Sylar was a spitting image of her father, with a pearly white coat and vibrant amber eyes. She had never known Vestige, for he had died before she was born, but she had built up a picture of him from what her mother had told her. The young hybrid wolf smiled kindly at StormHeart, showing she didn't mean any harm.