Lion Head Mesa War awaited

Naberius' head lifts, sunburst eyes of peach and orange directed to the other wolf...or, well, partial wolf. His color and markings were favored by Naberius, but the mix of his species was not. Either way, Naberius smiles to their visitor and dips his chin respectfully so, a paw lifted to his chest whilst doing so. It is good to properly greet you, Harakhte of Akhet. I am Naberius Cyrus, Neb of Akashingo.

Naberius had come to learn there was a number of mongrels here, in this palace. Coyote, a natural vermin to most wolves. Half-breed dogs and even a tiny little high-pitched dog creatures Naberius had yet to try to wrap his head around. The amount of mutts among those of pure blood was most displeasing. Naberius did well to smother his feelings. At least while he still remained here among them and called himself Lord of Akashingo. 

Erpa-ha marches to the Greatwater Lake with four Mazoi. A traitor to the crown has taken control of the pack there and we seek to liberate its people. As well as equally rid themselves of their treasonous former Mazoi, of course.