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Their common resting place was vacant. He noticed scat marks here and there that suggested they might have been here earlier in the day and had changed locations as the hours wore on. Hmm... curious, he began to trace the edges of their covey for any clue as to what direction they might have headed in when a familiar chuff and a voice sounded behind him. He lifted his head with a grin and turned to find the white wolfess herself. "Hey, bitch. Stalking me?" he asked, his voice teasing.

He abandoned his pursuit of the herd. They were in the area. That was all he really needed to know about the deer. Here and now? He was more curious as to why Kroc, or Nanuk, whatever they were going by now, was stalking him on an island he was starting to think of as his own private escape. "You swim here for funsies or just couldn't get enough of my face?"