Qier
A white blur descended from the sky, alighting quietly on the soft sands. Bright wings, seeming to be made of nothing but light slowly faded as he started walking, his massive form like part of the clouds above. The brute sniffed the air. This place smelled strongly of wolves. The great pack of Modet, as well as many others, were here. A smell of greenery was here as well, despite the distance between himself and the green land beyond the beach.
Tirona was here as well then... Smiling, Qier let out several loud barks, and then a long, low howl. Surely, the presence of a strange wolf would attract those he wanted to meet here. And then... Then he could see about a blood bath for them all.