Striking Cobra

The sound of paw steps crunching upon sand caught his attention. An ear twitched into the direction of the wolf, and he lazily tilted his head, and opened his eyes. Enjoying the heat of the sun on his dark pelt.

The wolf that greeted him was one he had seen in passing, in fleeting glimpses as he made his way around the pack. His base tone was snowy, but his reds were richer then Laments, and his yellow gaze stood out among the tones. The Ademre inclined his head in greeting warm greetings his paw motioned lithely on the sand as he turned fully towards the other wolf.

“Mornings greetings to you. I’m Lament Pyre of the Ademre.” He introduced himself to the mostly-stranger. “I’d be happy to introduce you to my stretches, or did you have something more like a spar in mind?”

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