Redtail Rise shall we play a game with your heart?

@Arion

Heron had traveled a long way from Bloodclaw Grove and had recently arrived in a new land, after threatening a local wolf, he had found out that this place was called Teekon Wilds and various packs reside in the area. Despite that, the agouti male had no wish to join a pack so fast after he had left one. He did not wish to converse with wolves in a friendly and peaceful manner, he wished to fight and conquer and lead his own pack. But that was only a dream, who would wish to follow a bastard like himself?

No, he was better off fighting as a loner, living as a loner. Heron had found out he was a traveler at heart and loved exploring new places, as a pack, he would no longer be able to wander where he wished but had to submit to stupid 'high ranking' wolves, hunt and fight for them. It was utterly pathetic. Heron was his own man, he would fight for himself and hunt for himself. He never understood the way of the pack. Why would wolves wish to serve someone else when they could survive on their own?

Sure, it was way harder and you might die, but it was better than kneeling before another.

Black leathery nostrils flared as the stench of a pack drifted towards him, the first pack he had encountered in Teekon Wilds. Herodias strode up to the borders and was about to step straight through and trespass when he stopped and lingered directly behind the scent line. Did he wish to be killed by a patrol so soon after his escape?