Long limbs would stretch as he greeted the morning of the new day, a large yawn leaving his throat as he pushed himself from the earth and detangled his form from the sleeping wolves and tiger that shared the den. He?d smile as he looked over each one, but instead of doting on them today he would be eager to get a start on responsibilities. He knew very well another family had encroached on their home and today would be the day for confrontation. A smirk would play on his dark lips as he slipped from the entrance of their den, his legs carrying him to a more central part of the Range. As he drew near to his intended destination the fog would start to slowly burn off from teh sun?s powerful rays. The shadows were still gifted with the sight of the misty vapors, but surely the day had enough life that these wolves would heed his call. They very much wanted to know about what he had to say. So with revere, he would sit his haunches upon the ground and call forth those wolves he would share the terra with.
