Noctisardor Bypass the ninth circle of hell is cold

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Were these lands not as well protected as he thought they were? Why then, had he hesitated at the 'borders' of this pack. But that idea was crossed out a moment later when a wolf appeared out of the trees, it was averaged sized but not especially brawny. Built for speed rather than strength. It seemed he was better suited to be a hunter than a warrior, but you never knew with these wolves. A large muscular male wolf could be an excellent hunter but a bad fighter and a tall, lithe one could be a bad hunter but a brilliant fighter. And their pack ways, so much more complicated than the simple solitary ways of a cougar, pack lands and territories, rankings, why bother?

"Hello, what is your business here?" the wolf asked, fidgeting. So this one wanted a confrontation, eh? He would get one, and then he would die. "Greetings to you too," he spoke calmly. eyes of liquid gold locking with vibrant green ones. I am here to hunt and feast while the weather is still warm, I trust you shall be hospitable? he smirked at the last sentence, wondering what would be this wolf's reaction.