Hoshor Plains Weight of the World

The cowboy had been wandering the borders when the call sounded. It seemed that more and more wolves have stumbled upon their borders as of late, perhaps the lack of prey and winter was finally pushing loners their way. He hoped it would last longer than the season, but only time would tell.

Tearing away from their invisible line, Tobias would make his way to the rocky outcrop where a few had already gathered to take a seat. The Constable sat tall and as more filed in she would begin to speak. As she went on his brows would raise as he searched the crowd for the bearish...ex-count. The man had no qualms with Ira taking over, but it was more or less a surprise with how much of a passion this pack was to Evergreen. Perhaps if he recovered he would one day take a seat amongst Ira again, but for now he would be a simple noble alongside him.