Spirane was always in a constant state of discord. Whoever was in charge did not do a very good job. He was not impressed with the wolves there, not impressed at all. Yet, the mountain can rip itself apart for all he cares. He was at a nice spot to watch the destruction from. He did enjoy a little chaos in his life every now and then. He wondered, at this point, if Spirane will remain stable at all, or if he would have a show the rest of his life.

He moves through his lands with an ever watchful eye and ear. He knows the sounds of his lands. The call of birds in his trees, the slight splash of large frogs and toads entered water when startled. His land is one that many would not desire. It is wet and dangerous. It is kill or be killed here, and only the strongest survive.

Life was about being the strongest, and that included the ability to come back after a bloody battle. Healing wasn't exactly something prominent in his vocabulary. The weak died and the strong lived on to create stronger offspring. The smell of blood tinged the air, and his eyes narrowed when the smell was of wolf- and a wolf he did not know. He increased his pace, thick legs bursting past brush until he saw the foreign wolf and his daughter.

He certainly was not the most protective over his children. It was once again the strong that must survive of his children, and they must prove themselves. The less amount of help from him, the better they are. Yet he was not fan of seeing a strange looking wolf all bloody by his daughter. His lips curled, the rippled muzzle exposing fangs as he stared down the stranger. His red hackles gave raise to the sky, ears flashing forward as he comes to his daughter's side. The stranger was an odd one, no particular gender smells, but physically he made no assumptions. He had seen plenty of large and powerful women, thick and terrifying to look at, just as he had seen many males as such. It was common in his home land, and with no gender smells? Well, he would just have to get a glimpse at what is between the legs...which quite honestly he didn't care that much. This wolf was simply a stranger too close to his daughter.

"Are you being bothered, my daughter?" he spits, his sunset eyes blaring at the stranger before looking down at his daughter to gauge her reaction. If this wolf doesn't prove to be a threat, then this will indeed be a good moment to get into the mind of his youngest girl. Yet he does not give way and relax. His tail remained high in the summer air, and one eye always remain on the stranger, a stranger who recently got in a fight it seems, of Spirane by the smell of it. Perhaps they will have more information on the state of that terrible place.