Blacktail Deer Plateau the secret is listen

He hadn't been there long, but already his home was known.

He patrolled the very same route he had taken with Kavik the night they had met, two dark males across the side of the river that night. It was a nice night a peaceful night. And this late afternoon, the Demon prowled the borders with intent to make himself recognized around the pack.

Head hung low, the Zeta trotted through the brush as he rubbed across the passed trees. It had not only relieved an itch, but passed his scent across the bark that this neck of the woods had been scanned by him. Upon the plateau, nothing was to be left untouched. It caused security, and allowed no misjudgement on whether there has been eyes there. The river on his left and the woods on his right, he ensured both were sell within his low sights, ears working easily to transcribe what all happened arround him. Dark navy fur reflected the ripples of the river with mystical gleam, head hung low as his muscles had stiffened this way. And in this journey, the dark brute came across a gust of wind that came bearing either a gift,
or a curse.

With the ease of someone who knew not caution but silent confidence, the growing mass of muscle turned on a large paw, stalking his way back to where the wind blew. Not too long after he began the goal, a short baritone signalled his suspicion. Heavy feet traveled quickened speeds, rushing him to this knock upon their threshold. And luckily he was already near, having not to run too far.

Approaching through the slits of light cast from both water and moonlight, hefty paws crunched through the driftwood and pebbles of the river's bank. A wolf was before him, slightly smaller smaller than himself, but not too far it made up with the ability for the unknown wolf to keep his head up as opposed to Siqsa, who in fact, could not lift his own crown.
But regardless, the dark navy male spoke as though nothing chanced that.

"State your business, stranger."