Altar of Twilight Without a Trace

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A new face was in the Wilds. None knew him...not yet. He intended to change that, all in due time. Yanna wasn't a wolf suited for drifting from place to place. Born and bred a warrior, he needed purpose in his life. A sense of duty...something to be proud of. He could extend his talent further, offering his services towards a new pack. Or, he could bide his time, choosing instead to refine his skills. He wanted to be of use, yes. But Yanna did not offer his allegiance easily,or freely.

Before him, hundreds of feet below, sprawled the valley. His perch of choice was a tall, vertical slab of rock. Carved into the face of the mountain, he had found a flattened look out point upon which to rest. He stood still, gazing down with cool yellow eyes into the emptiness below, searching for signs of life. There was no emotion in his gaze...no frown or smile etched upon his maw. Just hollow indifference, while behind that mask, the wheels of his head turned, one gear at a time.[/ooc]