Hoshor Plains shots and squats

He was just outside the den entrance, guarding as he had been now for some time. It was not his preference to sleep exposed to the elements like this, but his task kept him rooted here when he was not hunting, and he found that here he was unlikely to be pestered by the wolves. He was not content however, nor would he be until he finished what he had come to do. It would be some time yet before that could be accomplished, and he flicked his tail in annoyance as he thought on it.

His attention was broken when his ear swivelled to the faint sounds of coyote pups stirring in the den. He shuffled closer, to peer down into the entrance, where his eyes met two of his kin. He watched them quietly.