New Beginnings [Sirius]

It was a brilliant day, that tipped from lovely to overbearing as the heat hammered down upon the world. It almost made him regret his choice to pace through the territories near his pack. He kept a habit of exploring the uninhabited lands that ranged further afield then his own. He kept himself apprised of the scents of predators, loners, and travelling pack wolves that occasionally passed through. He wasn’t a wolf that liked to be caught unawares.

He ducked under the large sweeping canopy of the mangroves, the soil damp and cool beneath his toes. He could not hear the sound of Bast stalking the trees to his right, but he knew the snow leopard was out there. He had trained her well to trail him, silent, and unseen support. Marshal he caught the occasional glimpse of as the Vulture, larger than most companions, wheeled through the sky above.

He crossed the trail a rogue had left in the earth, walking over it, before circling back and giving it another sniff. Fresh, fresher than most scents he passed over here. Likely the wolf had been here recently, and was likely still in the area. Considering how often his children scampered over his borders to explore, he decided to investigate. He approached cautiously, slowing his steps and stalking silently over the roots of the ancient trees, until at last he spotted the black, star-brushed wolf just as the strangers stomach growled, the sound just barely audible to his perked ears as the giant Warlord stepped into view.