Bearclaw Valley noro lim, asfaloth

as venextos traveled, so did garait — they would bring word of themselves forth. likewise did the gaul move forth into the land, and ranged out through the snow until he had come to the borders of a new pack. it had not been here the last time the brennus had come within sight of the circle.
nostrils flaring, the gaul stood not far from the bearclaw markings, head down and body held affably as he considered an approach. here he was within full visibility of whoever happened to pass — he did not intend to hide himself, and waited as the moments inched by, the ice-edged wind flattening the fur along his shoulders against the hard musculature beneath.