Fairspell Meadow A miserable hunt

Hope you don't mind me tossing him in so late! He will appear from across the Akashingo border and be under the assumption the two are close enough for him to see. If anything needs to be altered, let me know ^^

The mesa was often quiet. It saved Khaba the trouble from having to perform any task greater than a simple patrol. Skirmishes were fun, but not if done for the wrong reasons. Even in the beast's eyes, harm to another was only meant for when they sought violent conflict.
Today, the mesa was still quiet. But as for the surrounding territories... not so much.
Traipsing along the borders, the traveling mazoi halted upon the sound of a booming yelp. He couldn't quite make sense of it so soon, thus, he chose to proceed and find the cause of such a sound.
A few gallops down, a pair of voices strung towards his ear. Tilting his snout downward over the small slope, the beast then made out the shapes of what appeared to be another wolf and a not-so-much looking wolf below. 
To them, he called. Though struggling, he somehow made out a hefty, baritone thick bark. It had been a while since he'd found the need to so, hence the odd feeling.
He waited now for them to hear and acknowledge that they were no longer alone.