Blacktail Deer Plateau once upon a time we fell apart

eyes the colour of palest champagne drew lasher. he remained close to the plateau, though he missed luke and had scented him on the borders recently. the caldera remained a thorn in his side, but he had set his heart against it, and against peregrine.

with all that had transpired, the beta felt it best to guard his borders against newcomers. the fragrance of an unknown wolf brought his hackles to bristling -- he skulked in search of the stranger, only to find that the strange-eyed wolf had dante's scent writ into his personal aroma.

the agouti was still for now; taltos cleared his throat and approached a few paces, standing tall beneath the banner of his rank, though his eyes were soft with an affable expression.