Legosa

Legosa sauntered in, holding his head arogantly high as he did. A bit of blood had dried over his wounded muzzle and glistened on one front leg. Mere scratches that would heal shortly.

He now bore the scent of the Aspen Grove pack, and more particularly, of its alphess, Umay. He had slain her. Now the large hybrid, satisfied with his killing, came to rest at the edge of a small brook.

Legosa

Legosa perks his ears up suddenly, catching a distant sound. ...didn't know the pack was still there...great. It was Umay's pack, finding her body apparently. He could hear their mournful howls, and knew he could have just made enemies with more wolves than he really wanted. In truth, he thought her pack had died off, or something. Stanind up uneasily, Legosa saunters away; another mission on his mind.