Noctisardor Bypass Passing Through

Fleetscut heard some other wolf nearby and he turned his large black and tan head to look at who it was. It was a big fella, not as big as him or near about the same size. He smiled and offered a dip to his muzzle. He didn't move from his position though far to comfortable as it were.

'Ello Dere I'm Fleetscut, jest passin' true. Dis be yer 'omelands I tack et? Fleetscut didn't say much else merely laid down, though he did wag his tail. Tilting his head he waited.

It was beautiful here, so pretty with so many different levels of terrain. Mountains and valleys and rivers and flat lands. He wondered at it, it wasn't usually that he got to notice such a wide variety of landscape as he walked.

He turned his gaze back to study the wolf in front of him. A silver wolf with silver eyes, it was rather dashing in a terrifyingly creepy way. He wasn't sure if the wolf in front of him was benign or malignant. But he wasn't too fussed about it really. The scars on him alone were pretty neat, and slightly scary.