Phoenix Maplewood look around, leaves are brown

His paws still got that restless itch every now and again, and so here he was today, wanderin' past the borders and into the maple woods. The boughs above him were blazing gold, but he'd offered them no more than a glance. The changing of the seasons meant more to him than different scenery, and many years of seeing the leaves turn had left him a little less than impressed with even this fine showing.

He was more interested in the scent of deer, and right after it, something that said blood, brother to his sensetive nose. Grayday, the male thought, but when he'd wound through the trees and located the source of the scent, he knew at once that it was Shale, a wolf he knew far better than his long lost kin.

His tail wagged in a curious, confused sort of way. Was Shale parading around these parts as Grayday? Had Dawn been talking about this brother when they'd discovered their common blood? That didn't make sense - they must both be in these parts. Perhaps he'd soon catch Spot around as well.

They'd catch Shale his deer, and then they'd get Murdock some answers. With a staying nod, Murdock indicated that they ought to hunt before they exchanged hellos - wouldn't their reunion be much sweeter over supper? - and awaited his brother's instruction.