Dragoncrest Cliffs There's a rock in my paw..?

a long howl pulls him away from the roja den where he’d been watching @Lucette and @Lafayette — sharing a glance with those nearby, val made for the borders.

he was greeted by a pair of wolves. one was the color of snowdrift, the other a rich agouti that almost seemed diluted by coyote blood. were they not perched outside the border, his bearing might be different.

he swept them both with a neutral glance, green eyes curious. can i help you two?