Tarn
Tarn moved cautiously through the plains, his glowing eyes darting every which way as he stalked through the territories.
As a roving male, Tarn was often on the sharp end of a territorial male's claw or tooth, so he was always wary. This was a life he had chosen for himself, however, preferring not to be under the paw of some self-important Alpha, where he would constantly be patrolling the outskirts of a territory, or raiding rival packs.
If his life was going to be on the line, it was going to be on his own terms, and though the life of a roving male was a lonely one, he didnt mind whatsoever.
He stopped for a moment, scented the air, noting the familliar smell of the pack that had lived here the year before had faded, replaced with the scent of another male, but as yet, no females.
Probably a newly matured dog just out of his birthpack he thought to himself. Still, he moved a little quicker, unwilling to once again be attacked by a territorial male if he could help it.