follow the leader

[size=x-small]Please let Soul post next please <3[/size]

It had been a fairly tiring journey. A walk that was almost non stop from the Kintla Flatlands all the way to the borders of Tartok's territory. Of course upon reaching the pungent and strong scent markers of the packs domain the young Persian would stop dead in his tracks. Not a single step deeper would he take today, it was the end of the road for himself and Soul as far as he was concerned.

Sleek creamy muzzle of the brute was turned over his haughty right shoulder to look back, waiting for and observing Soul whom he had guided here. A soft chuff sound escaped his muzzle, a command for her to stop just in case she had not noticed the borders. Jade bright eyes looking over over wondering how she was holding up despite her wounds. Moving closer he would try to offer her a few wise words of advice. "Try to act strong. The pack will need to know that you are worth their time." He mused to the silver painted she-wolf. A stance taken up to the side of her where he would then begin to call for assistance. His slender jowls tilting skyward releasing a howl into the air to let the pack of Tartok know of their presence and that they had arrived in peace.