Selfish

Traveling to the west had almost seemed like a chore. His paws carrying him into these lands that smelt like a lot of wolves. He was following the scent that had lingered on those males. Sonticus was it? Checking things out for himself seemed to always be the best choice rather than waiting for someone to tell him something. However, why he was here was a mystery. Whether or not he wanted to attack them, stalk them, join them, it wasn't known entirely. The exotic male would stretch his jaw a bit. Was that the scent of a female from a fight he recognized. A home with a lot of pups in it.

Liar settled himself down for a rest then, didn't bother him much. With nothing to really think about there wasn't much else to do. Walking forever is what his paws felt like. His white and black tail would curl around his haunches. Head steady on his front paws, maybe something would come to entertain him. So far nothing in these lands held anything of his interest. Even if they did, he chose his actions and words carefully when he was in a parallel state of mind.