? Form o' obsidian, dire brute steps forth from shadows. Lifeless optics o' Ambar dance into thy own. Rims parting in snarl as ivorns are beared in threat and warning. Frame lundged forth 'pon thy own, talons embed 'pon thy nape as plush hung 'bove thy. Snapping jowls crash t'wards thy, 'fore sharp tone emits from within ?

"State thy name and business 'pon our Terrain Stranger?"

? Mumbelling over thy words, sneer etch'd cross 'is maw, 'fore frame shifted weight 'side thy. Deadened optics glarring t'wards you, plush held high in dominant stance ?

"Remember thse words fool. We are the wolves of the Forseen Darkness, we see al, know all, and are All. So watch your step here, on paw out of place could be your last. Not many have tresspassed here and lived to tell thy tale"

? Snarls escaped jowls as form shifted hastily, and merged into thy darkness whence came from. Glancing bout thou, noting the other optics starting to appear and shift in shadow. Thou glances in thy direction the Alpha Mascu' left in, but Shall you follow? ?