Sheepeater Cliff hate or glory

To his relief, she stopped and turned to look at him, brown eyes flashing in the light. His own flickered with interest, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side as he inspected her more thoroughly. Just as she was planning to establish her own pack within the lands, Rhanno too had plans of forming a Khalas should the leader he was tailing be weak. It would be difficult, however, both with the language barrier and also the tendency for the Dotharan wolves to stay among their own. Still, his ambitions remained high and his determination to once again rise to power was almost palpable.

At her nod, his smirk widened and he gave a satisfied chuff. "Name Rhanno," he offered as he done with the other woman. His grasp of the native language was weak, at best, but he at least knew a few words and could get the gist of his intentions across. "Where heading?"