More scars littered the black body. He groaned when he moved wrong, the scar tissue pulling along his shoulder from the attack of the elder cougar a few months ago. He had healed okay he supposed, but the pain was still there and he didn't really like it, but he dealt with it. It wasn't as if he didn't have previous scars, that was simple, he had more than his fair share of scars, but he hadn't planned on adding any to his collection, but it seemed that it had been in the plans anyway, right.

The black and white mottled male moved with an ease for his large size. He stretched his neck, twisting his head to and fro as he walked. He wondered where the ladies had been this season, although, at the same time, didn't. Just the smells that wafted in the freelands was enough to send a man into palpitations, and he was not in the right frame of his life to have any whelps. Nah. But then again, he feared being a father. He didn't want to go rogue like his own father had. And he was afraid that if he pushed having pups too soon in his life that he would go down the same path. Maybe a few years from now. Yeah, that was a good idea.

But, when he heard the call float across the lands, he couldn't resist heading to go check it out. He was too inquisitive, too interested in making friends. The brute made his way towards the group that was gathering, his green-blue eyes scanning over the wolves that had begun to gather. He walked slow, his gait nearly a 'swagger' as he moved towards them, he stopped a few yards away, from everyone, but vocalized a question towards the grey-mottled like female (ehiyeh) "Chère; you got any clue whats going on here?" his french-creole drawl was heightened, as he could smell the females who were there, but he battered down his pure male urges, and waited to see what was gathering here.