Hoshor Plains Lost in the plains

Crius let out a light gulp as a thundering voice had demanded that he show himself, that or there was another unlucky wolf in the area. Not trying to end up anyone's chew toy he thought about the possibilities of what would happen to him if he were to how himself, ambush, he'd make a new friend, ambush again, or whoever called him forth was fairly small with a big voice. He liked the last possibility the most, but the second seemed too good to pass up. With a hop, a skip, and a leap he turned about face towards the direction of the feminine voice. "I am showin' myself, please do not ambush me, I am just a wanderer." his booming voice rang to the stranger. 


"I am now making my way to you," He called cautiously trying to hide his southern accent to try and sound more dignified and less threatening, sadly his voice sounded more robotic than anything. The stranger was a bit farther than he had anticipated, so with another hop, skip and leap began pacing towards them.