Blacktail Deer Plateau Take me in your army

The gaunt pup peeled what remaining munchies were left upon the rib he had taken, gnawing contentedly in solitude. However, his peace was not to last as a man slowly approached from a distance, announced by a low ruff in a silky baritone voice. Val ceased his chewing and looked to the trees as large rust-colored ears orbited like satellite dishes. He recognized the wolf's face... it was the dark man who had offered comfort when the warm-one (Junior) had jolted awake.

Yet, Valtýr hardly trusted anyone around the Plateau, especially after his rough encounter with the binary Pura. His ears rolled back, body shrinking into the shadow the stone outcrop cast, and clutched the bone protectively. Bronze eyes watched the grinning Lasher distrustfully and wondered exactly what he wanted.