harder to find what's right

The howl rose above the mountain tops and Jace pricked his ears upwards and forwards as he lifted his muzzle from the ground where he had been following a scent trail. He turned towards the howl and loped gracefully towards it wondering what on earth a wolf was doing at their border asking for information. He loped into view and stopped a few feet from the other wolf his tail over his back and his eyes staring right at him. He was not the leader, no but he was a pack wolf and this wolf did not belong and he needed to let him know.

He studied the behemoth in front of him a silver male with a strange scar across his face. What brings you to our borders? he figured to get straight to the point he didn't need to have mindless drivel when he had other things to attend too.