count on me to misbehave

The agouti Roman had been patrolling the borders of his new home, keen green eyes scanning the area for any intruders or outsiders that lingered by the borders. Then he smelled a wolf, a female but she did not cross the borders which was a relief. At least someone heeded the warning that the scent markers threw at them. She smelled of a pack that he had walked across but decided not to join. Was it the Sunspire?

"Hey!" he called out, remembering that wolves here usually did not know latin, the language of his people, the language of Rome. He strode forward, tail arching dominantly over his back as he gazed at her, curiousity hidden behind his sharp mint green eyes. He wondered what was she doing so far from home.