Unknown Danger

Marshal warned him of the commotion at the border. He turned his head skyward, watching the bird wheel in the air, before taking off after him. Keeping him in his sights, the Warlord was lead across the terrarory and to the border. At the sight of the almost intrusion, his hackles rose. When he recognized the scent of bear and saw the lingering effects of battle upon them both, he brought his anger to heel.

He surveyed then both quickly, searching for life threatening injuries, and finding none. Finally, his eyes settled on the face of 'His' wolf. The protective, possessive surve rising up inside of him confirmed to himself how wholly this wolf was now his. HIS to protect and fight for. It seemed another had been doing his job. "Naiche, report" he ordered the autumn man. He would hear the account before he passed judgment and aid to the stranger. For the moment he had only his assessment and Naiches body language to confirm that the stranger meant no harm.