Jade Fern Grove a thin reminder of the past now

A lot of wolves had excreted a lot of urine in this part of the Teekon Wilds. Fellway had journeyed north from the Fishblight Mire (gross name, gross place), treading the narrow path between three claimed territories. As a wolf, he could see the appeal; clots of dense forest surrounded by open plains - likely to get first pick of the herds in spring. As a wandering bachelor, however, it was equal parts danger and Dullsville. Some hoity-toity little madam or mister might come running out at any moment, either to offer him sanctuary... or his own balls on a plate. It depended on the greeter. Thus far, Fellway had managed to avoid all sorts - and had even charmed the proverbial pants off one or two such wolves.

But Pasha was interesting. He was barely out of his diapers, first of all (not that Fellway was that way inclined), and the scent coming off the borders he was marking was strangely familiar. The arctic male wound his way towards the treeline, ears flattened against the rain. When he was close enough, he barked "Kiddo!" at the patrolling pup, cocking his head to one side in an owl-like manner. "You the Big Man around here?"

Assuming this is at the borders but ofc any JFG wolf welcome to intrude. :D