This could be swell

Wendigo hummed to himself as he meandered through the field, weaving his way through it as though there were real obstacles to be avoided though in reality there wasn't much there as long as you watched where you put your paws. Things were slowly coming together for him, plans he had chewed over for years coming to fruition, and all he needed now was to get his name out there, to get people talking. He could take the long way and spend time meeting everyone and shaking hands and kissing babies, or the quick and dirty way, and frankly Wendigo thought the latter would be far more fun. Build his name in the bloody viciousness of battle and brand it in trespass until everyone knew who he was. Wouldn't want to give people the wrong impression from the start, after all, and he was one to start the way he meant to go on. He was a Saxe, an Imperialis scion, and to think he would show off like a politician was a bit of a laugh. He had the example of his grandfather to show him restraint, but if he was afraid to rock the boat like so many were he would get nowhere.

A faint burble of a chuckle broke through his humming at the thought, and a bird broke from the shrubbery at the sound. The big male stopped to watch appreciatively when a falcon stopped out of nowhere to hit it.