Hoshor Plains Lost in the plains

Crius thought about how ridiculous he looked, apparently he was on someone's patch of land, which he didn't care, he was a grown wolf and feared no one, surely this female would gest if she thought she'd be enough to take him down alone. A little backbone never hurt, hell she wasn't that intimidating, she seemed more timid than scary. 

She had mentioned these lands belonged to her pack, well wasn't that neat, first he crosses into the areas of this dark feather forest or whatever it was called, and now he was on the turf of the moonlit hills. Two things would come out of this; she'd attack him, or she'd show him mercy. 

"Your land huh?" he looked around, "Never heard of moonlit hills, heck I just got introduced to some creep from a "dark forest." He stood up, turning off the submissive 'switch' in the back of his mind. Maybe, just maybe she 'd be as crazy as Cicero, but it wouldn't matter, Crius would fight her with all he had.