Lets Get This Party Started

The male stepped onto the rolling plains with an easy stride, molten heterochromatic gaze sweeping the land. Though snow lay over the ground, it was pockmarked and torn up, stained in places by blood. This appeared to be where battles were fought, and blood was shed as a matter of practice. His bushy tail flicked out behind him, level with his spine as his head lowered to hold the same level, ears swiveling to catch any sounds of approach. His scarred face remained impassive, eyes alert to movement as he crossed the battlefield, skirting bloody stains and long bared bones of those who had lost battles to the death and had no one to bury them.

He took his time, finally settling on a flat, wide area with plenty of room to move. He surveyed the small section of the land he’d chosen, then nodded, tossing his head up, jaws parting to utter a melodious low howl, offering strangers the chance to dance with a warrior. His head lowered, jaws closing, molten gaze of gold and orange-red scanning the surrounding for an answering approach. It would be an interesting endeavour to see how well the wolves here fought.

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