Redhawk Caldera I am Spartacus

Tell me if you want me to delete this post and have Pantaleimon instead. :D

He was trespassing. Again.

It was a frequent habit the young Ezok-to-be had picked up, and he did not experience the consequences yet. The male was interested in the Daheshak, seeing as it fit him so well. As a result, he travelled all around the pack's domain, scouting out who and what they were up against in terms of packs.

The Hoshor Plains were surrounded by mountains on three sides, but luckily, the south emptied into flatland once more. He travelled to these plains, past the Great Lake that marked their arrival to the Plains, and further and further south he went. But eventually, in the distance, a gray form arose in the middle of the plains. Another mountain?!

It was different than the ones that loomed over the plains, to his delight. It looked to be one of the charirflai he had heard about from the mouths of the Dosh Khaleen. But it was broken, ragged and cracked like the shell of an egg, covered in greenery and topped by a lake. To his chagrin, it was claimed. Well, let them deal with sharp rocks in their paws.

But nonetheless, he treaded forward, intrigued by what kind of wolves lived here, crossing the border without a hint of hesitation. The young male sniffed around the border, eyes raised occasionally to search for any wrathful defenders. On one upward glance, he saw a small figure in the distance, snuffling about. The Dotharan stepped forward, then chuffed in amusement. A pup. "Hale!" He called to it softly, regardless of the language barrier.