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It just occured to me that I had set Tagg's thread with Diane after this one, but oh well! lmao. Minor details that don't matter.

He had the noted the scent of mule deer last time he had been at the plateau; and this time he noted it again. Strong and fresh, it told him that the deer did not merely pass through the pines, that they lived among them. That was his purpose, that was what he wanted to know. Not too far from the ridge, and accessible without passing their neighbors, the plateau could serve as a backup if the ridge's prey ever became scarce. He would let us wolves know, and hope that it was calm their concerns.

He lifted his head from sniffing around the base of a tree as Diane approached, greeting him as sir, a title he did not require but appreciated the respect behind. "Not usually," he said, welcoming her with a wag of his tail. "We recently had another pack move in beside us," the scorn was plain on his face. "Some of my wolves are worried they make take prey out of our mouths," he shared, bringing his newest member up to date on pack business. "I am not. The ridge has many moose, goat, and sheep. But I figured they may be comforted if they know another food source is not far. Here." His thick muzzle swept around the pines, beneath which the tracks and scat of deer lay.