Hideaway Strath khamsin

Kyn isn’t even on a patrol at the moment. He’s leisurely trotting to the river to get himself a nice drink. That is until he’s hearing an unfamiliar voice. The only other unfamiliar wolf he knew of in the pack was Charles and he met him the other day finally. He doesn’t recognize his voice as said brown wolf so it instantly makes him curious.

He’s quickly forgetting his water and moving in the direction of the voice. Eyes squinted slightly, suspiciously, as he moves around trees and rounds small hills to finally meet a stranger. Who the hell is this? He wonders furrowing his brows. He seemed to have made it fairly far into the territory, so it’s making Donovan think that just maybe this could be another pack mate unknown to him. Since that seems to be a trend now; inviting wolves in and not telling boss man.

This man has pale fur and strikingly, royal blue eyes. It piques his interest and he’s stalking towards him. Well, one wouldn’t really call it stalking, he’s not trying to be sneaky one bit. Heavy footsteps move against the ground as his massive form reveals itself to the other male. A circular brow quirks and a deviously curious smile tilts his lips upwards. 

“And who might you be? Causing a ruckus in my territory. I sure hope you were invited in, sweetheart.” He hums deeply and confidently. Then he’s purring the next words devilishly. “Or you might have a big problem on your hands.”