Silvertip Mountain I really hate sharks

FitzDutiful was on his way back from his encounter at the Redhawk Caldera borders. It was a hard thing to admit that he might never see his friends again but that was definitely how it seemed. Mindful that something must have occurred to cause that, he immediately started out on an outer-border patrol of his pack lands. They did the outer borders less frequently than the inner, purely because they weren't too concerned about those wolves that just passed through.

As he began his trails he came across the scent of a lone wolf, not thinking anything of it he carried on until the male came into sight. He was sniffing at the border of the mountain territory. On high alert, FitzDutiful headed on an intercept course, speaking as soon as he was within hearing distance without shouting.

"Need something from us?" He doubted this lone wolf was here to join, not many were it seemed.