Redsand Canyon Your boldness stands alone among the wreck

Derg happened to be close to the borders at the time of the howl. And not far from the spot of the howl.
Male, he guessed. A deep, throaty baritone rather than a softer song.
He answered with a quick, short howl to announce he was coming and set off at a timely pace to do so.

Soon enough, a man stood before him. Certainly younger than he, perhaps the sort of age of Praimfaya and Hela. Well enough.
Silver eyes studied him, and Derg's autumn ones stared back.
At least for a moment as he drew himself up, mirroring the posture he was greeted with, except with the swaying of a raised tail.
Powerful, but friendly.

"What be your intentions here?" He questioned, gathering that the faint trail of scent wasn't of the pack. Good start. Not another snooper, or do-gooder.