Lion Head Mesa I'm just a random wolf, looking for adventure

Wallace decided it would be foolish to talk. He bent his head to lick his wounds, feeling his fur stand on end from not being able to bite Zaahira or Khusobek.

He dug his claws into the ground at Zaahira's insult. "If you think you won't see me again, Zaahira, you're very wrong" he thought, wanting to say those words to her.

Head held high, he began to walk, ignoring Khusobek.

khusobek snorted. "faster, scum!"

he would crowd wallace's heels, herding him from the packlands with any nips placed if the man tried to swerve elsewhere. 

alone, the stranger might come to a mauling accidentally.

Wallace snorted in frustration, mentally hurling insults at Khusobek, wishing he could bite him and teach him respect.

However, he walked faster. "If he rushes me again, I'll teach him a lesson" he grumbled.

When they were almost to the border, Wallace looked at the wolf. "Is Greatwaterlake still a pack?" He asked

a derisive snort came from the broad nostrils. "it is now a territory under the control of akashingo. whether or not it becomes a pack again is up to you and your new leader."

he jerked his head toward the border. "off you go."