Hoshor Plains Looking for life

Donovan hears the fight from a little ways away. Derg’s scent playing on the wind. He hasn’t seen him in a while, long enough to be concerned and with the tell tale sounds of a vicious fight unfolding he has nothing but to suspect he’s gotten himself into trouble. If it is Derg that is. Either way, he’s galloping, starting into a sprint to get there. When finally he can see the two wolfs off in the short distance. An ashen grey one and the caramel brown of Derg’s coat. The scar on his face making his identity unmistakable.

Upon arrive he slows his gait. Tail curled tightly above his hip and the fur along his neck and spine bristles, almost making him resemble the infamous, cackling hyena. He stands tall but doesn’t attack, deciding to use dominance to warn the wolf off of him. A snarl wrinkles his nose and bares impressive fangs. Golden eyes piercing into the stranger males eyes.

“Get off of him.” He growls lowly. Not as vicious as it is a warning. Taking a few steps closer to show he isn’t afraid to step in.