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

A new scent drifted through the trees and FitzDutiful started towards it. It was fairly far from their borders and ran parallel. It seemed as though this lone wolf had no intentions of coming near any pack borders. That was a good start. He thought about the situation in his pack and wondered if he should start actively recruiting  wolves that were nearby. That way he might be able to be more picky about who joined and who he ran off. He couldn't run off everyone if he wasn't recruiting those that didn't stop by to say hi.

Scared to leave the borders, but reasoning that it was still within earshot, he stepped out and headed on an intercept course for the lone wolf's position. He had the presence heralded by the birds flying from the trees and the sound of a voice that the wind swept from him. At least that meant he was a lot more likely to hear anything happening on the mountain.

"Hi there," he said approaching the wolf in front of him while looking at a tree root that had tried to trip him up more than once. He looked up. "I — uh — do you need medical treatment?!" he exclaimed at the sight of the blue nose on the wolf in front of him.