Like Oleander

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Célestin had caught the scent of a new wolf among the more familiar ones of the pack and the young man couldn't help himself, he was curious to a fault. Where he maybe should have had some caution around strangers he trusted his uncle and Frostbite, though to a lesser degree, to not put anyone in the pack within danger. He trusted them to keep anyone who was a threat away... for a moment his mind briefly flashed to that of the angry man who had yelled at his mother and brother when he had been a pup. The man hadn't seemed to disappear, though the young Adravendi had yet to see him in a season or two... that was the only snag in his theory; as far as he was concerned the man was a threat, at least to his mother.

Driving the memory from his mind Célestin took after the unknown scent, tracking through the pack lands. He trotted with friendly ease, his stance denoting the relative confidence he felt in his home lands, though he clearly didn't consider himself dominant in any way. He pushed through drooping branches, his mis matched gaze sweeping over familiar landscapes in search of who he hoped might be a new friend.