Finding Her Paws

Corbie's patrol was nearing its end, when she'd be going back to her den and resting before heading back out to care for the herds, when a fresh scent reached her from a part of the territory she'd already been early in the patrol. The scent had pooled, so whoever it was had clearly been there for some time though they hadn't been when she'd passed last, so sometime between. Corbie inhaled deeply and frowned. The scent was that of one of the other packs, but not one that she'd spent a great deal of time on. Ashen? But the scent had shifted enough since she'd last encountered it that there must have been some changes. She couldn't imagine what would bring one of their wolves to her border - they'd never been interested in Avalon before. Alarr's scent reached her as well, so he'd already come across the stranger as part of his own patrol. She knew he could certainly handle it, but... Something didn't seem right. Cautiously and silently she approached the drooping wolf and her pack's healer, watching them as she did.