I walk down the wolf palace red carpet royally.. all the other wolves bow down, as I pass.. my beautiful silver chain hangs around my neck, shining in the light

I then see you, and I know that you are the new wolf, that would be joining my pack

Welcome, new comer.. what might your name be? As I speak to you, my black, beautiful, royal fur blows back in the breeze of the wind, and my eyes glow.