Redtail Rise shall we play a game with your heart?

Arion had woken up to cloudy skies. The weather these days hadn't been too good, which reflected his mood and probably the mood of the Rise. Gone for the days where potential recruits were greeted with a smile and a few questions, new recruits were watched carefully and would be the subject of the senior member's suspicion until proven loyal. It was a necessary protocol and Arion would be lying if he said he liked the previous carefree way they had with recruits before Saena's absence.

Truthfully, the chocolate warrior preferred this way, for it was the way he had grown up to know, this was the way his father dealt with recruits. To the stallion, this wasn't a bad change but a good one. For if they were on their guard and kept an eye on newcomers, they would not be easily betrayed.

After a quick hunt and a few bites of a mule deer meat that the pack had caught that week, Arion set off to the border markers. When he neared the scent line, the wind changed direction, black leathery nostrils flared as they caught the scent of a stranger near the borders, immediately, his hackles rose along the strong curve of his spine, his ears flattened against his skull and his tail rose as he charged towards the stranger.

It was an agouti loner with burnt legs and the tip of its tail missing, amber eyes peered out from a black mask and he was lingering right behind the borders as if wanting to go in. The Greek's black lips were peeled back and gleaming alabaster fangs were shown, a low warning growl rumbled from Arion's chest as he skidded to a halt in front of the loner. "You are too close, get back or I'll tear your throat out," the stallion snarled.