Kyria

Mix hue'd vixen entered the Canyon. Paws lightly hit the terrain as she ambled. Her charcol snout picked up the scent of other canines. Her tail wagged behinde her as she walked one the dry empire.
Sitting down Kyria could feel the wind agaisnt her rough frame.

Niavo

With a newly-claimed territory, Niavo was out looking for members now. He looked rather wolfish, but his muzzle was a touch more slender, and his fur was a bit more silkly than a wolf's. He was a half-breed; part wolf, part belgium shepherd.

"Hello there." Niavo greeted warmly as he padded nearer to Kyria. He knew this was a great place to find new canines to the valley. It must be the great view that attracted them, he figured.