11-07-2011, 06:48 PM
Half a day had wasted away since he had come across his first stranger in the new lands. Things had gone well he guessed. She hadn't wanted to kill him when they parted ways and she had left him with some good information about the lands she knew. He should have asked more direct questions but truthfully he wanted to find things out for himself because gossip was generally always second rate and there was nothing better than finding the border of a pack and seeing just what potential they held or lacked.
His stroll down the mountains had led him close to a pack it seemed, but the scent here was not one he knew, or even wanted to know. He wrinkled his nose in disgust at the pungent scent. Coyotes. They were vermin, worse than vermin, at least he could eat a rat if it vexed him. Killing a coyote wasn't something that bothered him, but it was almost pointless if he couldn't eat the meat from his kill, not that he wasn't up for possibly entertaining the idea if his mood was foul enough.
Instead he skirted their borders, eying the lands with distrust as he stayed far enough away not to seem a threat but close enough to keep watch over the pint sized terrors. He would have kept moving along if it hadn't been for the warning signs along the edge of their lands that kept flashing by. The large wolf slowed and finally gave in to figure out just what in the world he was looking at.
A slow growl rose in his throat when he came to sit before the caution sign that was there for all. His fangs glittered slightly in disgust as he realized that what stood before him was a skull. A wolf's skull. He shook his head and rose to leave, clearly coyotes here were not put in their place.
His stroll down the mountains had led him close to a pack it seemed, but the scent here was not one he knew, or even wanted to know. He wrinkled his nose in disgust at the pungent scent. Coyotes. They were vermin, worse than vermin, at least he could eat a rat if it vexed him. Killing a coyote wasn't something that bothered him, but it was almost pointless if he couldn't eat the meat from his kill, not that he wasn't up for possibly entertaining the idea if his mood was foul enough.
Instead he skirted their borders, eying the lands with distrust as he stayed far enough away not to seem a threat but close enough to keep watch over the pint sized terrors. He would have kept moving along if it hadn't been for the warning signs along the edge of their lands that kept flashing by. The large wolf slowed and finally gave in to figure out just what in the world he was looking at.
A slow growl rose in his throat when he came to sit before the caution sign that was there for all. His fangs glittered slightly in disgust as he realized that what stood before him was a skull. A wolf's skull. He shook his head and rose to leave, clearly coyotes here were not put in their place.