Where The Gold Dust Sways [Ganta]

*Ganta* · 07-04-2017, 09:15 AM

Now this cry, the cry of a stranger, was not one Ganta had been expecting to hear. It was not that of a wolf, he noticed, but something canine all the same. He shifted course from his patrol around the borders, ears perked as he made his way at a lope towards the one waiting. A vixen, he noticed, and though she was smaller than he was there was nothing threatening in the gaze of the young man as he approached. “Greetings miss. You stand at the edge of Dragoste territory. I am the Primul, or alpha, Ganta Lore. Is there something I can help you with?” Ganta shifted his mane away from his eyes and slowly settled himself into a sitting position. Thus far she was the second fox he’d met. The first had been kindly enough, the male thought, so he had no problem being polite to this one.

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