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The black wolf dipped his head with a soft mmm of affirmation. He was not a complicated sort that had an exhaustive list of requirements for him to find contentment in his surroundings. He had found food to satisfy his hunger, and he had found shelter to protect him from the wrath of nature, all within the mountains to which he was endeared. Now, he only needed wolves to meet his social needs and bolster their survival odds; he had already found a couple, and here was another with potential.

He was not concerned with the fox, but his eyes fell to the gray female as she peered in the direction it had vanished, and he could see the tension pull at her muscles, giving rise to a small smile of his. "I found a favorable spot in the mountains," he said as he drew to her side and shifted his shoulders, readying himself for a chase. "I've already asked a few wolves to join me there. You could be our resident fox-catcher," he winked, and would let the question linger, for in his next breath he woofed and swept his muzzle toward the fox's path. If she wanted to chase this fox, he would join her, and receive her answer before, after, or during.

If Jazz decided to chase, just tag Sollie so she knows :)