Since then he had spent his time wandering where ever his wanderlust took him. He was a rogue in every sense of the word and one of his favourite pastimes was wooing the daughters of packs away to have his wicked way with them before disappearing over the horizon, never to return. It wasn't without its risks of course and he had the scars to prove it, but he also had the memories... A whimsical smile crossed his face and he chuckled, they didn't stand a chance. His overly fluffy coat and sheer size were enough to make most of their eyes glass over with lust and that wasn't even taking into account his winning personality, or so he thought.
A far cry from a nervous intruder, Valiant walked forward confidently, his tail erect, ears and eyes forward, almost strutting across the invisible line into the unknown. <i>Now where did he get to?</i>