Lykorous, his massive wolf form exuding authority, extended his mental presence to reach Lunar, the majestic wolf embodying the essence of the moon. The Alpha's mind projected a series of thoughts and emotions, a subtle connection that was the language of their kind.
Lunar, something is amiss. I sense outsiders, their presence disturbs the harmony of our territory. We must investigate together, Lykorous communicated, his thoughts echoing in the mind link they shared as Alpha and Omega kings.
Lunar, ever attuned to the intricacies of the night, responded to Lykorous's call. His silvery fur glowed faintly under the blue moon's ethereal light as he approached his Alpha, their lupine forms standing side by side.
I sense it too, Lykorous. The air carries a foreign scent, and the magic of the night feels disrupted, Lunar conveyed, his voice resonating in Lykorous's mind with an air of solemnity.