When the Good Lord Made Him He Forgot To Put The Quit In Him

Úlfr headed north toward the wash, following the scent of caribou as he tracked their movements and made mental hunting plans. As he neared the wall however he caught the scent of pack wafting down from the northern breeze. It had been awhile since he'd gone this way but Úlfr was not the sort to test his luck with another pack's borders. He intended to give them a wide berth, but just as he was about to shift his course west he spied a dark colored yearling walking along the wall. Supposing the boy hadn't caught that there was a pack nearby he approached and called out. "Careful, young one. You are near another packs border." While the boy was likely safe atop the wall, if he slipped and fell inside it he could be close enough to the border to warrant aggression.