The Stranger [Open Thread]

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Mazaska



The large young male paced along the border of the Sapling Grove territory, large paws crunching over the dense undergrowth. The young male had quite recently grown into his large paws, the evidence coming from the lack of grace he used to carry his mass. An early autumn chill bit the wind, but Mazaka barely felt it thanks to his thick grey hide. The young male was a stranger to the lands ruled by the Three White Wolves, only guided by legends and rumors of extraordinary powers. The cocky wolf had to admit that as he drew closer to the mountains, the scenery became much more impressive. Although Mazaska was still quite away from the mountains themselves, he could feel the power thrumming under the earth through his paw pads. He had wandered along the border for a few suns, yet he had not come across another wolf; much less one possessing a power. Golden eyes glittering with curiosity, Mazaska paused to take in his surroundings.

[Blood]

It wasn't usual for Bane to be up and lurking around during the day, but the undergrowth was so dense that the forest seem to be experiencing evening, but it wasn't. The gray wolf's golden eyes flashed around his surroundings, He had been slowly making his way from the mountains where he had lived for so long. With extreme caution he guided his steps, making sure not to stumble over a pack's territory border. Bane kept all his senses at high alert as he stalked past the great forest trees, his dark form passing through the shadows. The chilled breeze brought an unfamiliar scent wafting towards him and he stiffened, not wanting anything to do with other wolves.  

When nothing seemed to be strange or unusual about his surroundings, Bane flicked his tail and cautiously continued on his way through the dark forest. *exits*