Leviathon

Pure hued form approached the border, curiousity egging him on. This place seemed to be deserted. His bright eyes scanned the area, liking the things he saw. Maybe the inhabitants were dead, or absent? No matter. He would keep this wonderful place. He liked the rocks and mountains off in the far distance. A nice place for him. A very nice place indeed. A wicked gleam flickered in his coal-like eyes, so fast was it gone that one would wonder if it was really even there. His features remained emotionless except for the occasional grim smile. He lifted his marked paw and grinned as he touched the other side with it. His front right paw was followed by the rest of his body. He didn't linger on the fact that he was standing on claimed ground. His paw-steps were a blurry mess as he picked up the pace to a brisk run. Suddenly, he just halted and, in one quick motion, threw back his massive dial. A low howl errupted from his vocals to shatter the crisp silence. A solo song of excitement and claimage, daring the former owners to challenge him for it back. If they were even here. His song died off in a series of yips and barks. He owned this land now. It was HIS. They could just TRY and take it back. An insane smirk touched his twisted features. His crania was thrust upright into the highest position, while he pushed his plume-like tail skyward. His hueless pelt almost gleamed as he began to strut around the terrain. He would toss his head occasionally and let a bark drift off into nothing. Lev once even acted as if he were fending off an intruder. His excitement was very obvious. Leviathon's black lips drew back in a deadly smirk and he rushed off to explore the new terrain, leaving his scent on anything and everything he passed.

Zhener

The wedge-tailed eagle, lost from his homelands, soared high above the ground. He had attempted stealing a bite of food from some wolves here, but had grown tired of waiting and left. Now it seemed no wolves lived here. Until... he spotted this new brute.

With his large wings spread out to nearly six feet from tip to tip, Zhener cast a large shadow over the ground that passed once over Leviathon. Then he landed several yards inhead of the wolf as he was making his rounds scenting things. "Hello, volf! Vhat is your name? I'm Zhener." This foreign eagle had a bad habit of talking too much and hanging around anyone he could find. He had made many friends this way, but had also gotten a broken wing from it too after an attack.

Azja

Azja walked in, mad he didnt get to kill anyone, but as the howl came to his auds, all the fur on his pelt raised up, banner raised high he ran towards the unknown. His crania was held low, searching for where the unwanted had left. As his orbs fell upon him, he emitted a snarl towards the brute, fangs bared, saliva dripping from them.