Hoshor Plains Betcha dinner is a doozey

ask and you shall receive ;)

The man had just returned from scouting the outside of the temporary territory and met a quite lovely wolf. But the man didn't think about it much, he had more important things to attend to. The titan padded in the heaps of the snow but it didn't bother him, he was quite used to it, the muscular man trotted like an Arabian horse till the snow leveled to an even plain. As he was making his way back to the heart of the territory, something caught his nose's attention. Connor stopped in his tracks and looked to where his nose was telling him with his ears forward with curiosity, the man sniffed for a few seconds before finally deciding to deviate from his path and follow the scent. 

It didn't take very long for him to get there for he had made it just in time for a smaller wolf to spring to her paws and crash back to the ground and send a wave of snow flying to another pack member. The cinnamon man stood at a distance with his lips parting his jaws slightly as his emerald eyes blinked at what he just saw. But he knew that she meant well so a smile peeled on his lips as he began to chuckle at the poor man's predicament.