It was hard to distinguish just how long he had been in the area, but he was a great fan of the sea air, and the salty winds that combed his raven black coat. He had found this to be the perfect place to relax. Although there wasn't much he needed relaxing for, but Shida knew he needed it. The arogant male was currently sprawled along the ground, enjoying the feeling of the sand along his body. He was very glad to remain her undisturbed.
The more he became accustomed to his new home, the wider his area of patrol grew. Although the areas adjacent to the pack territory was considered neutral, it was better to keep wanderers and strange pack wolves at a distance. A warrior clan could never be too cautious, after all.
Flanked on either side of the cliffs was a small cove, guarded from snow and wind. It was a serene space, often empty, for it was difficult to enter without treading close to the pack's territory. For that reason, Melchior was suprised to see a figure simply laying there in the sand. He approached cautiously, stance lowered and squared. A steady breeze made it difficult to confirm whether or not the beast was breathing. Frowning, the young wolf stopped several feet away. You there.
He called out, testing first to see if the stranger was able to hear him.
He couldn't believe his luck. Of all places at all times he was found in the one moment he wished to only bake here on the beach and yet another tried to disturbe him. He lifted his head lazily, and rolled his eyes upon viewing the chipper young male that stood just within ear shot. You there. How incredibly boring.
Shida decided the boy wasn't worth the effort. Rather, the ebony brute found that even lifting his head had been over-estimating the pup. Lowering his head back to the soft sand, Shida ignored the presence the was now behind him. He felt no need to move any further.
The stranger lifted his head to look at Melchior, but promptly lowered it again. Had it not been for the obviously annoyed eye roll, he might have thought the wolf injured and weakened. Feeling no need to show compassion, the boy sprung forward, his teeth bared and hackles raised.
Find some place further south to lounge.
He growled, stopping mere inches from the stranger. With two deep, clipped barks, he used his signal for
@Arlo, just in case his brother was nearby.
Lowering his muzzle so that his throat was covered, her glowered at the stranger, limbs squared, paws planted in the sand. A lone male could not wander so close to Drageda's borders without consequences. He obviously had no business with the pack.