Hoshor Plains crimson blood

Perhaps @Zoratto? :)

Azzaro had been circling the herd of Bison for sometime now, not that he was hungry, he simply wished to protect them from any possible intruders, wolves who did not belong to the Khalas that wanted to hunt the Dotharan's rightful prey. Keen ivory eyes scanned his surroundings as he trotted at a leisurely pace, a good distance away from the herd. No one was nearby at the moment, and usually the stoic Dotharan would be fine with that, but today, he yearned for a bit of companionship.

Casting one last glance at the Bison, Azzaro began running, to where? Even he did not know. He would not go too far from the herd, but perhaps he would see a fellow pack member soon. Pausing for a moment, he lifted his crown, black leathery nostrils inhaling for the scent of a pack member.