Dragoncrest Cliffs the new guy

He was finally starting to feel at home here in Dragoncrest, his thoughts of Tridega flowed less and less with each passing day. He had his routine back, and he was feeling in fighting shape once more after his long journey. The obsidian male had found his rthym once more, and he was relishing in the beat of it.

As he ventured out on one of his daily partols, he found the scent of one he had yet to be introduced. The trail was fresh, and he had noticed the scent in the last few days. Deciding that his regular routine for the day wasn't going to cut it, Cecil ventured toward the producer of the scent. He came across a grey male, although his paws rung out in stark contrast to Cecil's own ebony pelt. As he picked up the scent of the pack upon the males coat Cecil sent a chuff in his direction with a small smile on his maw.