The kappa was patrolling his pack territory when a call rang out, loudly, clearly. He felt his ears perk. The wolf was not far from where he was now. He quickly picked his way along the border, eyes sweeping the scenery cautiously.
She was hunched over the remains of a rabbit, looking very, very hungry. Skywalker waited politely until she saw him. Then he began to speak to the beautiful piebalded lass, voice respectful and calm. “I am Skywalker, kappa of Amberbjorne; this pack is ruled by King Mabbit, and you are welcome if you wish to join. What is your name?” She had the most beautiful grey eyes, and looked to be a type of Ethereal.

“Lord is there anyone?”