Born to be king

The bicoloured brute had come far from his roman pack, to this land he had grown to know as Teekon Wild. The plentiful wilds included many different biomes, and Luc wondered if his brother's paws had to led him here. He had asked the Gods many times to lead him to his sibling, and dearly hoped it was not simply chance that had led him here. It couldn't be, for Lucian was simply tired of his seemingly endless searching.

With the sun freshly hatched in the horizon, and Diana long gone, began a new day. Wearily, the male stood and stretched, his massive frame stiff with sleep. But he could not afford to rest longer then he had to, he wouldn't until he found what he was looking for. So he set off at a relaxed lope further north, keen blue eyes scanning the woods for a meal. The woods here were pine and fir, thick and unyielding, perfect for hunting. So it was no surprise when Luc came across a scent marker, the first of many packs he had yet to encounter throughout his journey.

He sat at the border, electric eyes scanning the terrain. No wolves that he could see, but that didn't mean anything. The wind was at his back, propelling his scent into the territory. He raised his muzzle and gave a howl that asked for the occupants of this land for an audience.