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FitzDutiful was doing a lap of his outer borders today. He very rarely cared if drifters wandered through the outer perimeters, but he liked to keep track of them. He had to make sure that they weren't wandering too close to the inner circle and ensure that they weren't wandering in any loosely formed pack. Although a single wolf every so often wasn't a problem, a group of them may indicate a threat and they were definitely in a position to take the caribou that wandered throughout.

Today there was the scent of one who was trying to avoid being in both of the lands. The Blacktail Deer Plateau and the Silvertip Mountain clans had a nice pass between them and FitzDutiful was very serious about patrolling that section more than the others. It was a good bottleneck that separated those with respect for packs and those without.

FitzDutiful approached the loner, who seemed to have settled down for a time in the pass but closer to Silvertip lands than the neighbouring pack. "Hello," he said, approaching calmly but his stance giving away his position within the pack. Four months was plenty of time to gain the alpha confidence that it required.