Sleeping Dragon The Blood-Raven she wolf

Hello! Don't mind Hush, he's just doing his job!

He had been frequenting the borders more often as of late. Partially because he decided to be a guardian of his pack's borders, but mostly because of the northern threat. Hush's paws had crossed this invisible line many a time, and his scent was strong, remarked time and time again. He had developed a schedule, a rhythm that had consumed his life now - and he was strangely content with it.

He was completing his evening patrol when he smelled the intruder. The hybrid stiffened, his hackles raised as he smelled the foreign, packless scent. Without a moment's hesitation, Hush threw back his head and let out his signature yodel-howl to alert the pack to the intruder's presence, barely hearing the bark the female made before following the scent, his head down as he tore through the grass towards her - there she was: black, white, red, intruding. With a low growl, Hush barreled towards her, fangs bared as he charged, intent on bowling her over and getting her in a vulnerable position. He wouldn't just yet, but he was ready to kill if necessary.