Whitefish River One Way or Another

Hiero was on high alert at the borders. Ira was close to giving birth so were others who were getting big enough to alert the nose-blind male to their impending whelps that would soon follow. Though none were his, he was growing more agitated by the day. Though none were his, it was his duty (among others) to protect their land. 

A howl rang out to summon their leaders. Quickly turning his course, a puff of dried dirt in his wake and some tiny droplets of blood from his paws being worn thin over the past few days on hot soil. He was quick to arrive, quick to recover from his run to greet the stranger with a few huffs and he found his breath again to speak properly. 

My name is Hieronymous, you are on Kaistleoki's borders. I am a knight here, what do you want with your leaders?