Xerxes paws moved rapidly as they moved through the Sparse Forest Territory. His blades and pelvis rolled easily with each step, his lower jaw had dropped, salmon pink tongue lolling out and resting over his bottom two canines as he panted softly. He could feel the warm sunlight on his back, as he moved stealthily through the low lying undergrowth. A few branches gently scraped at his ash, ebony and ivory mixed fur. His amber orbs were locked a head of him, scanning around for any movement. Ears were upright, turned forward, acoustics cupping any faint movemet that might come about.

His tail hung down between his back hocks gently moving with the motion of his lope. This place was unclaimed, and it would be perfect for starting a pack of his own someday. The thought made him smile broadly. While he wasnt' a bad wolf, he was sometimes impatient. He had a rather strange sense of humor and often showed it. He might put off an air of toughness, but deep down he was really sweet and caring. It would take a bit for someoen to really see that, but its there.

Xerxes found a clearing and planted his rump on the ground, forelegs coming around to the front of his chest, keeping his upper body erect. He tilted his head up toward the sky and let out a howl, which echoed through out the forest. He also let out a shout.

"I ClAIM THIS LAND!" he called and stopped, glad that he now was able to move on forward.