The Heartwood [m] partyin' to hella late

FitzDutiful was out tracking today, tracking down scents of wolves that belonged nowhere in the hopes to convince them to belong a particular somewhere. On his patrol out of the mountain lands, he caught the scent of one such wolf wandering into the heartwood and took it upon himself to follow her. He made sure to make a bit of noise - the last thing he wanted was for her to think he was going to attack her - for wolves were a bit tense around here of late. He didn't didn't know the reason why but it was more important than ever that he not get hurt out of the pack lands.

As he neared the brown female he glanced her over. She looked as though she would be a good hunter, ideal for the situation they were in now where the pups needed food more than ever. If one believed that only the fittest survive then his children must be the kings and queens of that for they were surviving while the odds stacked higher and higher. At least they were almost out of the most danger, they just needed to survive a few more moons.

"Hi there." he said, wondering if she would be interested in the slightest. "I'm FitzDutiful, alpha of Silvertip Mountain." He left it at that for now, allowing her chance to introduce herself.