Rising Sun Valley Another day, another destiny

He had caught a scent on the wind, foreign and non-wolf, yet still canine, and a female to note. He follow the scent, stalking as well as he could for his size, and spotted a bulky orange canine, definitely not of wolf blood, dragging a leg. He moved swiftly toward her, and stopped 6 feet away, standing like a stone statue, all four feet planted into the ground, stiff, hackles raised: “Halt!” His voice boomed, “This is pack lands. State your reason for crossing our borders.”

Even though he was tall and muscled, she was too, a worthy opponent. If she was honest or in need of food, he would let her off with a chuck of the leg, and a warning. This pack was his to protect, especially with young blood in the spring. A pack’s future rested upon new life.

Should they get in a tussle, minor wounds are accepted on my half. :D