Early morning

He looked to this new wolf in curiosity, did she consider all big cats lions? He hid a smile for the time he had caught a king cheetah and mistakenly thought it was simply a fluffier than average of the species. Zee hadn’t let him live that down. He stood still, and unthreatening when the smaller wolf stepped closer. There was hebris to the man, for he did not consider a small stranger to be a threat, knowing nothing about her capabilities.

She came closer yet, within easy striking distance, should the Warlord decide to take any action against her. He flashed her a smile with unnatural, elongated fangs as she introduced herself. It was unusual to meet a wolf who could face the Warlord so fearlessly. He suspected it was innocence more than anything else.

“Marshal was gifted to me upon my parents death, Bast my Wife would not let me kill, so we raised her instead.” he explained, giving this small piece of his past easily. “They, and myself, protect the pack.” he explained, dry amusement in his tone. He caught her weary look around. “What brings you to these woods? I haven’t caught your scent here before.” and he often patrolled the territory adjacent to his pack. He did not allow surprises to creep up behind him.