Ouroboros Spine dry country

Even with the staunch border markings, there was nothing except the constant swoosh of grass that lead down into the wide sliver of a valley. For a moment, the tawny male stood with his yellow eyes closed, and let the wind brush his fur.

When the male approached, Cuan was struck by how little he had met other wolves- and for a reason. The reddish brown Sunspire solider wasn't assertive, and his outgoing nature was paired with a complacent one. He wanted nothing more than for this loner to be relaxed and happy.

The outrider's banner was low and curled, but waving in greeting. His jaws parted in a wide smile that crinkled his yellow eyes. Cuan couldn't help but avoid the male's icy stare, and was beginning to question himself. He may have stumbled upon a beautiful landscape, but perhaps the resident pack wasn't so friendly. He took a few steps back.

I'm sorry. Is this a bad time?