He watched his mate, her silver-white fur looking dusted with moonlight as she was curled up in a patch of sunlight. Her beautiful golden eyes were covered up by her soft eyelids, her chest rising and falling in peaceful sleep. Knowing his mate, she would be having prophetic dreams right about now, and when she woke up, she would tell him all about them. But for now, he would leave her. She would be safe in these lands.
As he padded towards the edge of the rocky alcove, hanging over a small but steep wall of rock, his ears pricked as he heard a wolf next to his own territory howling to the skies. This puzzled him. He was not aware that there was a neighboring pack.
Before he howled back, he stopped at the edge of the cliff, the wind blowing his steel grey fur in waves as he looked at the land below. It was perfect, with plenty of prey, cover, and plenty of territory to get. A lake with a river split through the middle of two valleys, and that was where he had decided the perfect boundary for his territory would be.
Responding now to the wolf, who had stopped howling his song, he tipped his head to the sky and howled, asking for a meeting at the river.