Nhevaris

Nhevaris had circled the outskirts of the cadre once, and found the land quite to his liking. There were no fresh scents of other canines here, and no fresh tracks to show the comings and goings of any recent tenants. The land was empty, and he was hungry to claim it as his own.

Lean ebony brute stalked boldly across the border, after first marking a prominent stump as his fist act of claimage. He then closed his ruddy-red eyes and tossed his lean muzzle to the heavens, unleashing surprisingly baritone vocals for a wolfdog of smaller size. What Nhevaris lacked in intimidating weight and height, he made it for tenfold in tenacity and determination.

Once his claim had been made, Nhevaris began to further inspect his land, and mark the outer edges of his new home so that there would be no mistaking who lived here.