Silvertip Mountain There's a room in a hotel in New York City

FitzDutiful was out patrolling the borders today. He was on high alert for anyone that was nearby and had, because of this, extended his range down to the outer borders of their territory. He wasn't usually too bothered by passer-bys that wandered through this area as long as they were far away from the inner lines but today was different.

Anyone on their territory without good reason was due for a surprise.

As he walked he kept a look out for all the signs that Elwood had told him about all those months ago when the two had patrolled side by side. He knew that being harsh to the lone wolves could scare off new recruits but, in truth, they would have to be darn special to get accepted right this moment. He was willing to accept wolves into the pack but they had to make their homes on the outer rims, not in the safe secluded area that the current wolves slept. That was too close to home. Too close to the pups.

At least until trust has been earned.

With a huff to himself he sniffed at the remains of a wanderer and, satisfied they had moved on, carried on with this relentless search.