Scout: 5/5
Location: Eastern foothills of Silvertip Mountain.
He did not like to travel so close on the outskirts of a pack he knew to be, even if the borders of the plateau had seemed weak and established only a short time ago. He found that more often than not, fledging packs were just as (if not more) fiercely protective of their territory as those with longstanding claim.
He did not have much of a choice. He was tired. He did not feel like attempting to ford yet another mountain when there were perfectly good, well-traveled foothills before him. Overhead, the sun bore down upon him. He walked until he could take the heat no more. To his right, the mountain opened up into a cooler cave, and he would stay there until night broke. Perhaps he would nap.
Thank you for joining!
Strangers are often not silent when they think they are alone. The echoes of the other man's heavy footfalls reverberated through the cave in which Tsiokwaris slumbered, and before he had announced his presence with an unwelcoming chuff the behemoth had stretched his toes and risen to emerge from the shadows. He crowds the front of the cave with his large presence and casts the stranger a tired and unimpressed look, ears pulled towards the stranger.
Yes?
His expression is still inscrutable, but it shifts into something less hospitable. Do you often introduce yourself like this?
He does not like the way he has been addressed, with a demand framed as a question and raised hackles. Here in no-man's-land, both titans were creatures that demanded respect. I am not from these lands,
he offers tonelessly by way of an answer, Tsiokwaris.
Now that the stranger knew that he was not this Skullchaser, perhaps he may be less demanding.