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He paused to sniff near a boulder; there were wolf scents here and there on this landscape, but none indicated more to him than a passing presence. The sound of a another wolf running toward him, however, immediately caused him to bristle and he spun, lips lifted over his fangs and tail arched, to see a young white male quickly advancing. But the boy's posture, lolling tongue and enthusiastic greeting eased him at once and he relaxed. Inwardly, he chided himself for being so tense, for suspecting that an ambush from the band of children was possible.

"Hello," he said in return. His tail hung idle, offering little more than a gentle twitch to show that he was approachable. His muzzle reached forward slightly as he made a bid to catch the other's scent, curious to find he smelled of a pack. He was quick to ask, "where do you come from?"