Lost Creek Hollow stonefire

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And draw at least one of them out, they would.

Though the actual process of drawing one such wolf out did not come readily, though Mordecai had been steadily making his rounds across and around the territory. It came absently, the habitual process something he did while pondering over this and that. Their borders had been quiet as of late much like the surrounding countryside, though he had scarcely put two and two together as to why. It was merely the assumption that his neighbors both north and south of him were busy with their plans to ready for winter.

Some while into his rounds, he was drawn in by the sound of whining. Whatever it was initially he thought to be foreign by default; something about it was off. His hackles prickled uncomfortably along his spine as his steps picked up and became more calculated. Just over a small crest did he spy the coyote, and just in time to see it faceplant spectacularly. His steps halted shortly thereafter, observing his surroundings briefly before honing in on the smaller canine with a stern growl. It didn't seem very old at all and a good look at it told him that it was already injured. The only thing that held him back was the sense to know that it could have been sick and if it was, then it wasn't worth getting bit over something rabid.