Bright eyes take in the shifting sands that housed his pack. It was a harsh land, where survival was needed for if you failed the heat and vultures would gladly strip you. A rumbling growl splits his dry lips, as upper lip rises to reveal teeth. A single slip of drool dripping from the gap. In these elements only the strong survived and he would ensure his pack their lives or die trying to make it happen. For nothing could break such a bond but death itself. Family was everything without it you had nothing, and slowly is the wolf building that unit he craved. To have those beside him. It was every alpha's desire to reach that point, even the fear of death can not stop it. As lungs drink in the heat of his wasteland, as one scent sticks out and sends his instincts aflame.

From his dune bright eyes linger over the land, searching and hunting as a series of quick breaths are taken; scenting the trail. Someone was here, someone who was not pack and therefore a threat. But it is the gender of that scent that stops him from raging, for a female is the invader now and the wolf would find out just why she was in his lands and if she was a threat to his pack. He moves swiftly, in a position of stalking. Head hung low as nose guides him along the trail.

It isn't long until bright eyes devour the body before him, his silent approach letting him observe in secrecy for just a moment. A grey female tucked beneath the shade of a cactus. Bright eyes narrow at her as finally a growl slips alerting her of his presence before her. Drool drips from watering mouth, a warning in the tone but he makes no move to harm the female, merely stands before her watching the way her body moved, every little twitch and blink. As lungs are smothered in her scent he takes in. Ears flicker and slide back slightly, upper lip twitching as gruff words escape. "You are not mine." He states, pausing to take another breath. "You enter my pack still." Though voice is abrasive and harsh there is still a curiosity on why the female risked such. It was unsafe to enter a males land, without invitation to the pack. A cautious step is taken as muscles seem to lock up from their tight hold, a ache ripping through them but he is prepared for her to strike. Teeth grind under tense jaws as a growl thickens upon his tongue, vibrating the dreaded locks upon his neck. Watching and waiting for any signs from her body for how he is to proceed at this intrusion.