Ghost Lion Crag Upward over the mountain

Darkness stepped through the brush and revealed a stranger of handsome stature. The warrior lowered his head slightly, reviewing the dark male’s figure with a curious eye.

At the introduction, Foxfur nodded softly. This wolf was called Antares and it appeared as though he was no harm to the traveler. This was a sweet relief. After having discussed the possibility of a hostile pack in the territories that surrounded his hunt, Foxfur had wondered if he would run into an aggressive pack member.

Antares, I am called Foxfur. I greet you, the warrior offered carefully, even respectfully. He was still a foreigner to their land.

Not passing through, not exactly. I’m searching for a member of our clan who has run away from home. He is a dark figure, goes by the name Crowfeather. At this, Foxfur set his gaze upon the shadow and wondered if he had seen the runaway prince.