Vevisca

The wolf sauntered into the land, heading for the limestone ridge along that small valley that the area was named for. Standing on the prominent ridge, he gazed out over the land, and then into the little valley that stretched out below him. Lifting his head to the heavens, Vevisca began to howl loudly, claiming this land for his own. As he howled, he waited for his mate and offspring to join him.

Brutis

the three padded up and all joined in on the howling.

Vevisca

His voice grew deeper as he continued to sing the song of claimage. When he was good and sure that anyone nearby had heard, he stopped and lowered his muzzle. Four members was a good size for a pack, but Vevisca had heard rumors of dangerous alliances and vicious power-hungry packs forming within the Valley. They needed more members, or at least more allies. "May, I think we should find more pack members."