Blacktail Deer Plateau lyrebird

He and Nita had stayed here for some time, but not so long that Xerxes could name each rock and spire the sprawling lands boasted. He contented himself instead with the few miles the pair traversed each day, and the lush curves and ripe lust of his consort in the eveningtime. Theirs was a charmed life, and he tasted its voluptuousness in every whisper of winterwind across the flat expanse of greenery in which they had first arrived. But he had become curious about the obvious packland that bordered his tiny encampment, and upon this morning, with the sun barely risen above the teeth of the distant mountains, he bid Nita stay where she was, so that he would seek out their neighbors firstly. As he traveled toward the scented pillars that marked the end of the no-wolf's-land and the beginning of the pack's own, Xerxes drank in the loveliness of his surroundings, noting with particular interest that the leader had claimed for their wolves a pointedly lush portion of earth, filled with curves and peaks, holding, no doubt, all manner of sweetnesses and promise in its verdant embrace. His paws gripping the rich loam, the Persian tipped back his ruddy crown and called for the leader of this place, before interested lobes swiveled atop his head and he regained his silence and his poise, perfected through long years of practice.