Lion Head Mesa I am all that I need

There is no need at all for apologies. I never mind a wait. ^.^ Especially when waiting lets me write with Jawahir!

The wolf who approached with a slender creature on fine legs. Their expression was interested, sharp, and it made the warrior stir with some discomfort. When the stranger spoke, it was with nothing but compliments.

Foxfur drew his muzzle upward and tilted his head. He had never been met at the edge of claimed land in such a manner. It was nothing like the other clans that bordered the Starsea. This wolf was peculiar in ways he had never experienced. It put him on his guard, but the warrior was still intrigued.

I call for several reasons. I am searching, you see, Foxfur explained carefully. His voice sounded as though it belonged to a man who had journeyed to the ends of all earthly things. The clan I am serving now has lost a few members. Some younger wolves. You haven’t seen any younger than a year, have you? The warrior was humble in his approach, only wanting to show that he was there with just cause, that he intended no trouble the mesa or its residents.