Blow me away

A howl rang in the air, calling for him, the Khal, with urgency. It was the slave this time, from the borders of the land and by the sound of it she had come across trouble. Rakharo didn't like the idea of other predators, specially wolves, lurking around his land. It was HIS land, no one else's. He dropped his activities and took off immediately towards the howl source, not howling back but instead trying to be as quick as possible.

But his brother had been quicker. He knew not that his Khasak actually cared about the slave, but he knew that he was keeping a close eye on her as well. He'd heard his response before arriving, which had given him some tranquility, but he was still uncertain of how much of a problem was there at the borders.

It wasn't that much to be honest. A single wolf, black as night, confronting the Coyote alone, and he was already getting a piece of the golden bloodfang. Rakharo entered the scene with a full display of dominance, averything about him made him seem bigger, but he didn't attack. He moved past the coyote and pressed forward with a growl while his brother lunged at the intruder. He would jump in to aid his brother if the other wolf took action.