Porcupine Ridge The silver of a lake at night

Novak had been learning the territory of his new pack, when he smelled the scent of older blood. He had been aware of the fight between the neighboring pack, but happened to be on the other side of the territory when it first broke out because he was familiarizing himself with the other end, him joining only the day before. He assumed the wound was from the battle, and his ears perked with curiosity. He followed the unseeable trail to Farstep, a wolf he had yet to be introduced to. 

His posture turned submissive, and he slowed his pace upon seeing the other male, and coming to a stop a few feet away. The brute made little sound when reaching his destination, and tilted his head to the side, pondering about the other wolf. His eyes glowed with curiosity and he cleared the back of his throat.