Kenai Fjords, the Water.

Small thuds could be heard as the dark furred brute made his way down the water’s edge, his dark fur and the white chest and muzzle stood out from the rest of the landscape, but the muscular male didn’t seem to care about it. He just enjoyed the heat of the sun as he circled around him and sunk into his skin and heated him up. Sometimes he enjoyed having a black coat, as it helped him get heat and hide in the shadows.

The male pushed over a few pebbles as he walked in the water edge, but stopped as he spotted a speck of white in the distance, curiosity hit the large male as he slowed down and padded forward the creature with perked auds and calm, amber eyes. He stopped when he was a few meters away and satyed were he was, not wanting to surprise of scare away the she-wolf he just starred at her with calm amber eyes, the two orbs were glued to her skull.

“Conflict? I wish no other than a calm and friendly conversation, miss.” He said calmly and sat himself onto his rump, his tassel lashed slowly as he tilted his cranium to look at her with calm orbs. He flicked his ears softly as he waited for her reply to his words. Salvador scratched the back of his ear, killing an itch by doing so. He watched her tail and raised one of his eyebrows as she held her tail lowly in a submissive manner.
“You can lift that tail of yours, I’m a nothing but friendly.” He barked.

Sal watched her with blinking orbs before his lips curled into a soft smile, happy that the she-wolf had calmed down, he wagged his tail through the pebbles beneath him. His ears perked as he listened to the she-wolf’s words and soon after answered with a friendly bark.
“Salvador, but most canines call me Sal.” He answered in a rather cheerful voice, his deep vocals lighted up a bit. He watched her with curious amber eyes, his orbs studied her frame and fur color, the female’s fur seemed to be opposite of his, light and more feminine than his long and rough black strands of hair.
He lifted his head a bit and tried not to stare at the female, not wanting her to grow uncomfortable with him already as they had barely talked with each other.
“So, may I ask, where does a nice looking she-wolf like you come from? North?” He asked and raised a soft eyebrow at her.

Salvador nodded his head in reply to the answer he had gotten from her, his auds flicked softly as he listened to the terrain around them in hope of not getting disrupted by any other canines or prey for that matter. He then closed his eyes as he travelled back into his mind to find an answer to her question. His amber orbs opened once again as he found the reply and barked to the she-wolf.
“I’ve walked around the globe, but for now this is my home, and will properly be it for a while. It’s pretty nice here, don’t you think?” Salvador asked and licked his maws as he looked around at the terrain around them; his amber hued eyes seemed to almost reflect the nature’s pictures he was glancing on.

Sal stretched his neck to look backwards and over his broad shoulders, his tassel stopped for a bit before picking up the same thudding pace that it had before. It was beautiful, the water was clear, the waterside clean and empty for any human junk that could be dangerous for the nature around them, and animals they hunted for meat. That was why he liked this place, it seemed so peaceful, so calm and full of life. It wasn’t like the old place he and his family had lived in, a boring forest with nothing but mud and grey skies. He hated it. Sal turned his eyes to watch the females, rather surprised to see the she-wolf’s eyes on him already. With a low chuckle and a lifted eyebrow he barked.
“Like what you see?~” He asked jokingly, his lips curled into more of a smirk than anything.

“It’s alright, it’s been months since I have seen another canine and almost a year since I have spoken to one. Lucky me, that I haven’t turned insane yet and have started speaking with squirrels.” He chuckled and closed his eyes to smile warmly at her.
“Plus, last pretty she-wolf I saw was my sister when she left; I wonder where she is now.” He barked and scratched his shoulder. It felt itchy, he didn’t know why do, he just did.
“I like the bay more, I’ve never really been near the water in my life, so… But I only come out when it is night, I wouldn’t want the ‘pleasure’ to meet the humans down there, even though they couldn’t hit an elk from six paws distance.” He added jokingly. Last time he had seen the humans the dangerous enemy had tried shooting after him but missed horribly.

Salvador’s eyes widened at the words she told him, one of his ears flattened fully while the other pointed to the left as he looked away. He regretted his words which he had pushed out of his jaws earlier and had let the she-wolf’s auds hear.
“I’m… I’m sorry to hear about that Sita.” He barked lowly and lowered his head a bit, his orbs wandered away from the she-wolf and onto the ground a bit away from them. His eyes flashed for a few seconds as he seemed to see the beast for himself, the large creature could easily kill and feed off a wolf. A cold and paranoid shiver ran down his back and onto his tail as the picture vanished from his inner eye.
“Must be hard, my parents and I weren’t that close, the same goes for my brother and sister, so I would never be able to feel your pain.” He said lowly, his words seemed to only be a whisper. Sal turned his crown upwards to gaze at her, his fur heated up a bit as he saw her eyes placed on his, his pupils widened a bit, but calmed down as he looked away.
“Sel, a shorter version for my mother’s name, Selena. My brother was named Tauros, my father’s name just with a T instead of a L. My parents was pretty bad at naming.” He chuckled.

“Sel was not like my mother, she was harsh and tomboyish. My brother was pretty much the childish one and the runt in the litter.” He barked and rolled his eyes as he remembered his sister’s strict way of barking and nagging at her younger brother and how his brother would always whimper and sit in the corner.
“Yet strangely enough, she looked just like my mother, light fur and darker nose bridge as well and lower back.” He added to his words.
“Thanks, glad that someone find it nice.” He barked happily and wagged his tail slightly, his ears wagged softly against the touch ground below.
“Their names sound better than mine in my ears; they sound like nice she-wolves just like you.” He barked and smiled brightly at her. He then tilted his head a bit at her words and lowered his lips into a frown once again.
“She sounds like a brave wolf.” He added to his words.

“Well, she did sacrifice herself for you and your sister…” He mumbled and looked away for a bit, his ears twitched softly as he tapped his short, stubby claws against the earth below him. He turned his visionaries towards her and watched her smile, which caused him to smile back, even though the wind sent a shiver down his long spine.
“No, my mother once was though. She fell for my father and left the pack as the old leader seemed to want her to be mates with his son. It’s a long story. She joined my father and became mates with him, and a few months after, My sister were born, I followed after and so did my young runt brother.” He replied.

“Well, if you want to I can help you over to one; I know two in the area, one of them aren’t that friendly if you piss them off though… But they are properly the closest ones that you can get into. I believe one of them is ruled by a female, the other by a male if I am correct… Been a long time since I’ve last sneaked a glance in on them though.” He replied to her bark and curled his lips up into a broader smile. Salvador didn’t feel like he was in a need of a pack, he could hunt for himself and had patrolled his den area a lot of times without any visitors, so why be surrounded by other wolves when he already could do what he needed to? Plus, the food would lower itself, but the area would widen out, but be harder to walk around and patrol in.

“Well, they say it’s easy. They hunt together, share the same dens, use the same territory, fight together and all that, but they get smaller amounts of food and more confusing land by doing so.” He answered the she-wolf’s words; his tassel stopped moving and curled up around his hind quarters, the long fur brushed against his leg as he watched the area around them.
“Same here, I couldn’t see myself surrounded by that many… Four other wolves were plenty.” He said and remembered the crowded cave he and his family had lived in.

“Sel and Tauros? My guess is that Sel is properly off somewhere beating up some poor guy and swearing. Tauros would properly still be around my parent’s territory… He is such a weak minded male and weak boned one as well. He couldn’t survive on his own, even if he had prey for a whole year. Sel would properly survive longer than me; she has some hard skin that even a bullet couldn’t shot through.” He joked; a soft chuckle came from him as he saw an image of two hunters trying to shot his sister, only to fail horribly and run off in fear.