Porcupine Ridge Kids with Guns

you looked lonely c: @Airi

Looking for a place to call his own, a land in which he could call home, the ridge seemed promising. The treacherous landscape could turn away most for a pack to take it for their own. Water was a plenty for one, food was just plentiful - the landscape itself could prove useful if an ambushed was to be perfected on the uneven ground. A broken leg or even a sprain could prove deadly in a hunt.

Slithering his way through the ridges, his pace slow, calculated and meticulous. His footing was sure and steady, muscles easily carrying through the terrain with ease; his tail swaying just enough to keep his balance steady despite the precarious perches he chose as his footing. Ebony nails clicking against the rough rock beneath his callused toes.

A scent was what he was following, that of a pack wolf, a female at that who was wandering these unclaimed lands. A while back he had changed his course just enough to follow hers, and soon enough, her sight is what he caught. There was no reason for his following, other than curiosity, a desire to see where this would go. Prey is more abundant down by the water's edge. The baritones tunes of his vocals boomed in the silence, announcing his presence to the pack wolf. She was sniffing at the ground, to what he could only assume was she was searching for prey - as a loner, food was always on the mind for a man like himself.