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The howl resounded across the thick pines of the forest – a summon unlike those he was used to when someone requested the presence of the woodland wolves. A thoughtful frown came upon him, and while he had been about to head in to see his family, the cinnamon wolf quickly averted his direction, his large paws falling upon the frail needles of the floor.

He quickened his pace – though it was still moments before he located the other, and he noted the distinct scent of blood upon the air, causing the large wolf to stiffen as he emerged from the trees. Scimitar studied the stranger before him, his eyes trailing along the swarthy fur to see where the blood might come from. “You’re on Never winter Forest’s borders,” he rumbled, his form taking a pace closer. “We do not have healers here.” It was not words spoken to reveal his disinterest to the male – but it was clear the stranger was in need of a medic.