Now is the time, Now is the hour

Pad falls rang through air as if they were rhythmic war drums. A vision of darkness in contrast to the golden landscape of the west. The sun poured over the landscape, scraping at them with molten tendrils. After having spent a good amount of time in the North the brute was not appropriately acclimated to such weather. Even with it being Fall the temperature difference was nearly suffocating. Yet, there would be no complaints escaping those monstrous jaws. It would take much more then undesirable climate for Cairn to display any of that irritation.

Strides slowed as his gaze feasted upon the sight of Lurid and a stranger seemingly about to begin their fight. Inky jaws parted to allow those scents to fall upon his tongue. The other Wolf smelled of no one he had encountered before, but had the look of many of the other inhabitants of these lands. Without wasting anymore time those jaws shut and Cairn sauntered towards the area behind his sister. The beast tossed her a small glance, but nothing more. He sat facing the clearing with that hungry gaze settled upon Lurid's opponent. Those orange eyes would first take in the stranger's form before settling on their own eyes, hoping to weaken the smaller Wolf's resolve with unyielding and venomous eye contact.