WC:377
Moving to the next pack, the male had taken his time to get from one pack to another, he left the pack on the western side of the one he was walking closer and closer to. The male was on a mission to spend a day or two in each and every pack whether or not they would allow him the grace of seeing the lands and spending a day or two’s time was another topic, he vowed he would snoop out each pack learning what he could about each other them and then leave till he found that one that promised him what he was looking for. Then, and only then would the coyote wolf hybrid male stay and take up a rank with in the pack that he feels would suite him the very best.
Moving with the step that was in his heart, slow and smooth the wolf look alike male stepped upon the border, he lowered his head down sniffing at the ground. Already there was the smell of wolves, how gross. Really was there no pack that held the higher power and higher beings in respect? Coyote’s where the better all around, they knew how to play the submissive card just as long as they needed. However they would be the first one to snap and steal the meal right out from under some one’s snout. All of that was what Rojo was, he could be cold and ruthless and tuck his tail if he ever should need to. Thought the silver and brown male knew how to lie his way into any one’s heart (So he thoughts) He knew not to take his acid washed green eyes off any one till they understood his will and his wants.
Pulling his head up off the ground the male brought his rounded triangle maw to the sky as piped off a few harsh yips, the male wasn’t one for waiting around, and life was far too short to wait on someone to get off their fat and growing fatter behind. The male snorts as he brought his head down looking towards the pack lands, who would come and talk to him, who was it that he would be able to sweet talk to.