little spiders

He's at the borders but still looking for a fight. All BFW wolves welcome!

After guarding the Bison for what seemed like days without any sleep, the dark furred wolf decided he had enough for now and after a quick patrol around the borders of Hoshor Plains, he departed the fields. Where to go though? Azzaro did not know, so he trusted his paws and the golden Rhoa to bring him where he needed to be, where adventure would await him, where he could relieve himself from the boredom that so relentlessly plagued him.

The Dotharan moved for days, settling to sleep wherever he could before moving out on the first light. He knew he should be going back to the Khalas now, but persuaded himself to go for another day before leaving. But there was no adventure even when night came, so with a heavy heart, he turned back, just to have the thick stench of pack borders touch his leathery nostrils.

It was nearing dawn when Azzaro parked himself some distance away from the borders, waiting to be welcomed. However his true purpose was to pick a fight with the natives, to test the waters.