Shadewood Know your soul gotta know your wealth

The brute swung his head to the shadow had airs of fury radiating from him like spools of shadow. He let his elongated canines show in warning of don't fuck with me.  He wasn't in the mood to have some parasite hanging off him trying to be a hero for his pack. He looked to Cry, his eyes seeking out those lines that had once ripped into him. It explained the fear the man once had for him. 
He heard his name cross his lips, letting his head dip in a nod. He wasn't in the mood for talking yet.
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He reached his muzzle to Cry as he'd offered his, sniffing him intently. There was a lot of new scents on him, evident in the pair that stood beside him. He took another step forward, finding new scents under the layers of fur. He'd brought a mate here. One that wasn't here before; was that why he'd left for the short time before his hibernation?

The brute turned his head to the other dark pair, extending his muzzle to greet them in a similar fashion. He wanted to know everything here. He was a guardian here, albeit a somewhat passive one. He wasn't one for canine affairs, but wouldn't stop to protect his land in the woods. This pack accepted him on these lands -- some begrudgingly -- but he'd had somewhere to hibernate. He wouldn't let that go easily.