What Do We Do With A Drunken Sailor?

This seemed like another good little hunting spot, with two wolves already occupying it. His nostrils flared as he recognized his own pack, Abaven, and he stepped closer to be able to get a good look at the wolf. He didn't recognize most of his packmates, and that in and of itself was... disappointing. He didn't like that one bit. As he stepped into the water and walked deeper, he nodded to both wolves - the Abaven wolf and the loner. "Hello," he greeted quietly. "I am Aiden, of Abaven." It was mostly at the loner, but since he didn't know the Abaven wolf, he figured an introduction there wouldn't hurt either. After the greeting, he focused on the water and tried again for yet another fish, jaws snapping at the water shallowly.

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