Shimmering Sands With a physco chart, playing dice go start

Kovertol was not happy that another wolf joined the first. His lips curled back before he started into a slow lope towards the wolves. He supposed they didn’t want to loose too much fat before winter either, so it was meant to be a warning; should a pack start forming against him. 

He gave another, thunderous bellow of nonsense as he stopped mere yards from where the wolves were and rose up onto hind legs. He certainly wasn’t in the mood to have anything stolen from him before he lay to rest; of which would surely be in the next few days.
With Cry’s return or not.