Tuktu Hinterlands Travel Weary

Raynar -- or who he assumed to be Ray -- seemed to be in a bad mood, and a smirk formed across his handsome features. Zaavier padded over, all the way until her was looming over the top of the wolf, staring down his nose at the wolf. Sure enough, it was his cousin, and his long tail began to wag. A doggish smile formed and tongue lolled. "Hey Ray!" he exclaimed, pawing at his shoulder.

"What brings you to these parts? And what's the mood for?" he teased, stepping back and lowering his massive frame to the ground. Zaavier was taller than Raynar, but he was lankier. What Raynar lacked in height he got back in muscle. He was a very big boned wolf with a robust frame, very intimidating to the naked eye. However, Zaav remembered all the play fights he'd had with him, and the large man was not on big afraid of the brute before him.