Scar looked up at the two wolves and smiled, trying to look friendly. But in reality, he actually looked like he was grimacing, the scars taught on his face. His voice was so radically different from his appearance however, it was soft and low...making any who listened want to trust his words.
"Greetings, friends. I know I am trespassing, but I have heard rumors of a she-wolf among your pack that has the resemblance of my long lost sister. I have been looking for her for three years. We were separated by the most tragic of instances and I have looked for her ever since. She is probably going by a fake name. I just want to see her...if she is my sister, I'll know."
He cocked his head, "If you do not trust me, take me to your alphas...let them sort this out. Or you could help me find the one I seek and I will be out of your pelts."