Aquila

The dark wolf saunters in slowly, body low to the ground. He howled a brief note to call his alpha, then turned back to see if Fiesta and the pups had followed.

Fiesta

The she-wolf followed, the pups behind her. They bound over to Aquila, whining softly.

Aquila

He looks down at the three pups, bearing his teeth in a little smile. He never had pups of his own. "I think I will let you three earn a name for yourselves." The silvery female pushes past her brothers to stand right in front of Aquila, looking up at him with her puppy eyes, still whining lightly. Her brothers swarm around Aquila's forelegs, bumping into each other often, and all the while whining with eagerness. This was quite a different environment than the tiny pen they had been in!

Firewalker

The alpha male walks forward, sniffing the pups, and looking at the female. He smiles at Aquila, and then nods to the others. They were welcome here.