The dog had put the male behind; he was out to learn about each pack that was out there. He wanted to know all that he could know about each of the pack out in the lands. He had meet the disgustingly foolish pack that the white wolf Kiara lived in, he was the only wolf that he might let live once he genocide against unpure one’s out there. It was after all his master plan. To cure the world of all the hybrids, Pure blooded would be spared unless they mocked him, or upset him in anyway. That stupid cat loving coyote named Aeron would be the first of his kind to be killed off. She dared to mock him.
The male knew that one night was over and it was time to move on. He had two pack visits under his belt with a few more to go, and then if any of them where lucky he would allow one of the pack to take him within the ranks and he would in return not try to kill any of the members that lived in lands.
With his staff upon his back the male moved though the lands, the male shut his acid washed green eyes as he looked out into the bay, taking in the smell of the fresh air, no one around his small area had laid claim to the lands.
Then the smell came to him, a musky horse and...He lifted his head smelling the air again, a coyote. The male quickly got onto his feet, as his hand went to his staff. Rojo knew that he was no match for a horse and rider, but he was not looking for a fight, at least not this time.
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