The beast of the mountains, he was once called, decided this day to enjoy the weather, relatively good even with the piercing cold that always held the northlands. Beside him walked the black-and-white furred Ocena, one of his new Packmates, a pleasant - if talkative- female who had come along with him on his trip to learn the new lands that he may soon call home. The uneventful and peaceful walk filled with much idle conversation would be interrupted, though, by a terrifying sound.
A horrible, low cry rushed across the land, the sound familiar to the old fighter as a battlecry of a bear. Under normal circumstances, they ought to just ignore it, maybe take a note to avoid that particular spot, but the sounds that followed it altered the situation. It was the call of another wolf from the same location, a cry of desperation and a plea for help! This fellow was in dire trouble, and the heroic-drive in the war-wolf was kick-started and pushed him to make the scene immediately.
"Let's go! We must help him!" commanded Krash to the wolf beside him, forgetting entirely that he held no official position over her and in fact was ranked quite below, but in his mind he may have been at his once-home, calling to action his soldiers to attack the enemy in their lands. Crusade had promised him that there would be danger and a need for a warrior like him to protect others, and he was eager to get started. He couldn't recognize the owner of the howl they had heard to know if it was a member of Glaciem that he was obligated to help (not that he had known any of them long enough to recognize them) but it mattered little.
He didn't wait to see if Ocena would follow, he only sprinted as fast as his bulky body could into the ice fields, adrenaline already peaking, ready to face the enormous predator in this stranger's honor.
OOC:
Not so great a post, but I thought I'd just make a quick one so everyone else can get into the thread :P