He smelled her far before he knew she was there. Her scent was unfamiliar, the stench of another pack entirely. So what on earth was she doing here? Protectiveness drove him toward her, hackles rising instinctively along his back. His lips drew up into a silent snarl as he approached, body stiff and ready to spring at any moment. Emerald ringed eyes examined her carefully as she came into view, noting that he'd seen her before - here, in fact. He couldn't pinpoint her name, only that she and once been so much more frail looking. Now it seemed she had put on weight and had begun to carry herself more confidently. He relaxed his hackles and let his lips fall slack, sheathing his pearly whites. He would say nothing, but instead offered a slow and deliberate wag of his tail. He wasn't the best at being friendly to those he didn't know. Something fluttered and landed in a nearby tree, and Vitus visibly relaxed as he saw it out of the corner of his eye. Carlisle was here. The bird began fulfilling his purpose, speaking for the voluntarily mute wolf. "Hello there," the owl offered in a gentle voice. "His name is Vitus." Vitus nodded, confirming that the bird wasn't a liar, and kept his gaze upon the woman.
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