The large male lumbered along the territory in his large Optime form, his thick and shaggy fur keeping him warm from the growing cold; so did his brown cloak, which he had on, its hood covering his head and being supported up by his floppy ears. His large paws crunched against the snow as he walked on, his weight causing him to sink slightly into the white fluff that coated the floor. This weather made Ansui feel just at home, made him feel happy; the mountain dog grew up in weather like this and he loved every moment of it.
He heard, suddenly, a sharp yip by the borders, followed impatiently by another near the borders. Being close to the sound and smelling the scent of another canine not too far away, Ansui began to walk in that direction - it wasn't long before he was met with a sandy canine not unlike many of the wolves and other members of Ichika no Ho-en. "Hello," he rumbled, letting his deep baritone voice wash over the woman. "This is the pack, the pack of Ichika no Ho-en." His strange dialect and slight accent came through in this sentence. "What do you seek at our borders?"
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