He was returning to the orchard today in hopes of gathering more fruit. It was a sweet treat that helped him to lure opossums and raccoons for easy hunting. It allowed him to get frequent meals without having to do much work, leaving him plenty of energy to travel and collect. He still had to meet knew faces and get to know the other wolves that thrived around here. He had met a few already, but he wanted to meet more. The young male wanted to get going with his plans of pulling a pack together, but he couldn't do that without finding wolves who are looking for a pack. Moving forward the large male strolled through the orchard stopping here and there to pick up some fresh fallen fruit on the ground and sticking them in his leather bag that was across his chest. It was a fairly cool day for the summer, which made his mood even better because his dark coat and the heat did not mix vary well. So the break in the hot weather was welcoming. He hadn't come across any scent trails yet.. "Branch Talk", & 'Branch Think'

HE moved through the orchard, a familarity of the trees now almost mapped into his head. Storm was somewhere near, with her new companion. He still wasn't sure if the thing was truly an apology gift or if the male had dropped it on her to make sure she stayed where he could find her so he might hurt her once more. The male had another thing coming to him though if he thought he would come back and escape unscathed. Chinook might be aging and his sight might be beginning to fail him but he would not stand idly by and allow some rapist to escape intact. he would die to protect Storm.

He had a deer haunch, from a deer he had recently killed, clenched tight in his maw. Deer were beginning to come here for the rotting and falling fruit which made hunting almost easier for him. though he didn't take down more than one and tried to stash what he knew they wouldn't eat. That was what he was doing right now, stashing the parts of the deer around for easy finding if storm needed to look for something to eat, though he usually brought what he could to her. He was on this path towards their den when a scent came to him from downwind of him. He knew the scent but last he had smelled it had been back with the wreckages and the boy had still been young. He turned his head to the direction of the scent, squinting as he tried to determin if the boy was close in the blurs around him.

He moved along quietly, his blue eyes taking in things around him and his nose taking in the scents around him. This orchard seemed to be full of deer by the scents around him. They had to be coming here for the fruit, which made him think. He had collected fruit here before, he could use the fruit gathered to bait the deer which could be a good reason another wolf would want to trade for fruit. It was a good thought and he would have to look into these fruit more and see which was more towards the game's favorite and what other creatures were drawn here. He also came across two other scents, one he recognized slightly and the other only have a vary faint familiarity to it. There was no set claim on the place so he continued forward. Chinook's tall form appeared in the distance and Branch was quick to see ir, letting out a friendly bark to let Chinook know of this location. It had been a while since he had seen the other male so catching up was always fun. When he got to a few feet away he stopped and took a seat. "Chinook, what a pleasant surprise seeing you around these parts," he said with a smile and his tail wagging. "Branch Talk", & 'Branch Think'