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It seemed as though his younger brother had did a fine job preparing before he had decided to call together a pack. With winter right around the corner they needed to remain prepared and ensure they had enough herbs and food the last them the winter. He had no idea what the winters around here were normally like and you never know when you will have an abnormal season. There had been a store of furs that was beginning to dwindle as members used those furs to help line their dens for added warmth and comfort, it had been the only thing he really noticed was getting low. So the male decided that it would be time to go out and do some hunting, gather some furs and some bones for Ivy to craft with.

He had headed out in the morning to track down some prey, but he had to remain weary with the two new packs that suddenly appeared a few weeks ago. He didn't want to make any problems and ruin any potential alliances Branch was trying to create. It was hard to continue trailing larger game when they went in and out of the other pack lands making his task more difficult then it had to be. He wondered if this meant the south was to good of a place to have a pack, or if it was simply a coincidence. He had the passing thought of going to the alpha's of those packs and simply asking what drew them specifically to the south, but he knew it would be a strange and foolish thing to do.

He wandered into the orchard in hopes to actually find some prey before they traveled into a pack territory, but instead he came across a familiar scent trail. He was one of the older pups that were in the large group and for the most part helped to raised and teach his younger siblings. It was hard to not recognize the familiar faint clan scent that still lingered with her. He grinned as he fallowed the trail in hopes of catching up with his younger sibling and before he knew it her dark form came into view.

"Hey Clem," he lightly called out so he wouldn't scare her.