Crucified

White globes searched around, waiting for the lead to come into the scene. If none were to claim their land back, he would be the one to recieve this prised terra. He was now 5 months old, and waiting for a responce. If not, this land was his.
Once again his head was raised and his howl sounded throughout the land. Hear my challenge, I challenge thee now. If you do not respond, be mine this land shall. He lowered his head and looked around, black tipped ears flicking back and forth for a responce.