Two Rivers Isle Simba, stop trying to be a dancer

Dust writhed beneath the paws of the yearling as he marked the boarders of their land, placing his scent beside Malice's as he continued to scout the area, honeyed eyes on the lookout for any passing canid. Though Shink was perfectly happy with the Royals, the silver vixen and the youngsters being the only ones who resided with him on the Isle, the more wolves they had within their kingdom, the better. A dark shadow flitted through the land, standing out like a sore thumb in the dusty dry heat of the day and the boy halted his actions, eyes narrowing as he let his paws trot cautiously towards the stranger. "Greetings," he chuffed, his tail poised at a confident angle, "Who are you? My queen has not mentioned another wolf residing in this area." He continued forwards towards the wolf, morphing his wary trot into a more determined gait as he approached.