He’d spent the last few days observing these lands, but withdrawing from strangers, should they mistake him for an intruder. Now, the scent of these lands on him was certainly weak, but noticeable enough. A howl called, faintly, carried by the breeze alone, but it was enough, for he was always seeking new stimuli, and more information.

As he neared the supposed place, he approached carefully. The one who had called the meeting was curious, but his thoughts would turn to him later. For now, his interest lay on this meeting. More than that, the wolves here, the structure, the pack. He dipped his head towards the one who called this meeting, then placed himself near the edge. Does he also enjoy the taste of other wolves, or was she an exception?