High trail- MoshupÂ’s Footprint [entering by woods]
The six wolf pack was not the only ones in the woods. While one pack had gone out to get libations for the moot, another stayed to protect the caerns, and he was left to be watched by the third. Dolus was huddled beneath a squat evergreen, letting natures shadows help him stay out of sight, his dark fur making him just so much more shadow. Positioned to be downwind of the Watchtower's members, it afforded him a little extra distance, a nice respite from the constant hounding of the human kinfolk and their poor ears and nose. Stay in sight! Don't wander off! You don't want to get caught, do you? Ugh.
Although this lupus body felt so much smaller, anything but his true nature did, it had its advantages. The keen senses certainly were one. He could hear the conversations down at the parking lot, having to piece together some of the words, but the tones were clear, amusement, derision, welcome and greeting, the usual level of snark. There were a few new voices, uncertain, young, like him. Maybe they'd be part of the welcome, too. It was almost too close when the rustle of grasses caught his attention, followed with the scent of a stranger. Hunkering lower, he lets out a low growl, a soft wuff and snort. "Who are you? Why did you come to this place, to this territory?"
No mention of it being his, he had no rights to it to speak of. But he still had a duty to ask, and he supposed greet any who would come this way.
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