Dragoncrest Cliffs Grace is just weakness

As he walked along the border, stengthing its scent (as he usually does when boredom stricks) Cecil lifted his head at the sound of a howl from the border. Surely someone else would have heard it as well, however his curiosity got the better of him. Ebony paws made quick work of the distance between himself and the unknown caller. He arrived with his head and tail held high. He had to represent his pack, and that was no small endeavour.

"Hei." Trigedasleng easily flowed from his maw, it was his native language and as such it was his right to speak however he deemed necessary. However to lend some chance of communication, he switched to the common toung of the Wilds, "You are approaching pack territory." It was such a statement that even without a question it held an inquiry. Why are you here?