Cedar Sweep Wait for them to ask you who you know

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Arturo tried not to stray too far from Two Rivers Isle but his scouting trip saw him further than he had originally intended. It wasn't a particularly bad idea to have a few back ups in his queue but Arturo Fearghal would not accept just any old second best. Still, he was never without some sort of second to fall back on. No plan was infallible, after all. The Cedar Sweep was captivating in it's own way...as captivating as skeletal remains could be...although that outlook upon these Wilds no longer held such a solid truth to them. Green had returned, sprouting color and life as Arturo had believed it out. The land was resilient — a trait that the coywolf quite admired. He, too, was forged of resilience: it was what kept him going, even as the hunger continued to gnaw at his belly and mold him into a gaunter version of himself.

Fiery red-orange gaze swept across the territory, landing upon an agouti colored beast in the distance. Melanistic hackles bristled with unease, not recognizing the other male in the distance. For a moment, Arturo deliberated. A chuff was given to announce his presence but as he drew nearer a sharp exhale tore from the Fearghal's lips. The scent was foreign and familiar: much like Cearney and Devin's had been before him. Yet, the influence of Duana's genetics upon the oldest boy was unmistakable. Arturo would know his children anywhere. As precious as they were to him. “Bain?” Still, the eldest boy's name came out in the form of an inquiry though Arturo did not truly need the verbal confirmation. Arturo was not all that surprised (by this point) to find that his eldest son, too, had came to these Wilds.

Three out of four. Bowie was the only one yet to make an appearance, though unbeknownst to Arturo his second son had been in the Wilds for a brief time as well.