Tuktu Hinterlands I've got a feeling

Large ear flicked back upon his cranium as Grace's voice found him. It came from behind him, and Zaavier's immense head turned to look. The nervousness in her voice sent him into a fit of urgency as he took off towards the entrance to his valley. He was protective as always for the girl he had gotten to know quite well. 

His paws pounded on the earth, ceasing only when he reached the scene. Grace's posture flickered back and forth between fearful and aggressive, and Zaavier's murky eyes rested on the stranger. He lunged at Grace and slunk back in a playful stance, but the man didn't take that lightly. "Watch it," he growled, eyeing the other man and coming to stand beside Grace. 

Zaavier was much taller than this other wolf, although just as lean (if not even more so). He glanced down at him with curious yet hard eyes. "What is your business here?"