Solitary

He had returned North again. Only this time, he had a different goal in mind. He hadn't thought about doing this before, but Actaea had planted the seed in his head and he couldn't shake the thought. He headed North to seek out potential lands that would be suitable for a pack, and with only one pack up this way, there were plenty of lands to choose from. Down South, it was much too crowded. With all those other packs around, he didn't want the crowded feeling at his future borders, or the potential for too much hostility to arise being so close to other packs, especially since he didn't really know their motives save for his nephews pack.

He was scouting out the forest with the trees that reached for the heavens. And it didn't take him long to find that he wasn't alone here. The scent of deer and another wolf came upon his path, and when he pput his nose to the ground, he recognized the scent of Elara. Lifting his head, he followed the scent until he spotted her alabaster form through the trees, though he kept his distance and lowered his body when he realized she was hunting the deer he had smelled previously. He didn't want to mess up her hunt, so he kept a fair distance so as not to distract her or alert the doe to his presence, but close enough to where he might be able to help her if she needed it.

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