New places, new food

The Warlord nodded his head gravely at that. “All of which are very important lessons” He agreed. “Today, I want you to scent prey for us, okay?” He said, crouching down beside the boy as he spoke. The little white wolf looked so small beneath the behemoth Redwood trees. He couldn’t help but let a smile creep out, despite his attempt at staying serious.

“Close your eyes and lift your muzzle, Warden.” He said, keeping his voice gentle, instructive. “Tell me what you scent around you” The Warlord did the same, touching his nose to the wind. He could catch the scent of squirrels, numerous birds, as well as the trace of a herd that had passed by here. He wondered what the boy might pick up.


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