Boartusk Heights broad-shouldered beast

There seemed not to be a corner of the world that the locusts had not touched. North, east, and now west he had confirmed to be stripped bare of greenery. The scent of large game was staling quickly, the herds moving as he was, looking for something that could sustain them. He was not yet in peril; his stomach was still quiet from his previous meal and his rugged frame was still fleshed with dense muscle.

His toes spread across the rocks as he ascended; perhaps from elevation he could see where the devastation ended and green remained. But as he climbed, he did not see what he was looking for. Instead, his gaze came to rest on another wolf; larger than he and far wilder looking, though bearing some similarities in the shade of his coat and sculpting of his frame. Rexxar paused but a moment before calling out, "hey."