Racing Blood [Sirius]

He hadn’t been this far West in a while, and he had decided it was well past time he saw what was going on near the territories Ashen had once held. He was surprised to find the scent of a pack that reminded him more than a little of Archon, in their old haunt. He backed away, and was making his way through the Prairie, when the lush hunting life here gave him an idea.

He considered calling to members of his pack, but it was a decent walk, and they might not hear him over the distance. He was considering how to proceed, when his eyes alighted upon the man and his foxes, and he had himself a thought. He approached the white-nosed wolf and called out a soft greeting, not wishing to startle him or the prey. “Say, if I help you take down the doe for your.. pack?” he had scented that of Valhalla on the man's coat. He remembered their Alpha, she had helped him take on a bear. “and you help me take down another, that would be about even” The Warlord offered with a friendly smile. It would mean the work of two hunts, but their packs would both win out at the end.