Cedar Sweep End Of The Road

He had made the cache. It was nothing special, merely a stump with a whole leading to it's hollow insides, but it would certainly do. He had already put a rabbit carcass in there, and notified the others. Now he was on the hunt for another when another scent that was carried on the wind caught his attention. Departing from the rabbit's trail, he followed this new scent all the way to his new borders. They were not fresh, and he made note to freshen them -- soon. 

There stood a dark girl with burning eyes, staring wistfully into his home. A smirk formed on his features, tail rasing -- not unfriendly. "You like the Strath?" He quiried, slightly mocking her. He scraped his paws against the ground to freshen his scent before sitting down. "I am taking recruits. We're a fledgling pack, but with you added in there, I think we'd be pretty much official. That is, if you want." He let the silence linger for a little longer before realizing that he'd forgotten something. 

"Hi," he blurted. "I'm Zaavier."