Dawnlark Plains three-day weekend

Going forward in case Shylock doesn't rejoin..

The two weren’t traveling companions it would seem – which meant his ‘two for one’ opportunity had likely plummeted a bit. Still, they greeted him, though the she-wolf remained quiet in comparison to the tawny male. His eyes skimmed them both, noting nothing out of sorts between them.. Relaxing slightly, the regal gave what could have been an amicable nod to either – that, or perhaps the stoical mask upon his features only made him more foreboding.
 
“Scimitar,” he greeted in ways of a simple introduction. His gaze broke from them then to study briefly the landscape they stood upon, his shoulders rolling back in a small shrug. “You’re in Teekon Wilds – we call this region Snowforest Taiga. It’s less populated than the other areas.” He paused for a moment before swinging his muzzle back to the direction of the mountain in the distance. “Over there is Nova Peak – the land I lay claim to. A little closer is another territory claimed by a pack. I’m not sure what they’ve named it.” Just that they had known how close they were to their neighbors.. and had decided to settle anyhow. If anything, they had settled closer than even The Sunspire had to the pack when they had lived in Swiftcurrent Creek. “You both just passing through?”