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Oops forgot this one lol, slight pp as I forward this a bit! Left it open at the end for you ;)

The wolf was not able to understand words, but he could read the nuances of body language better than perhaps any. Taggarik's questioning glance was all that was needed to spur the wolf toward the den where he had dredged his coat in bear-scent. The ridge leader made to follow, encouraging his beta with a woof.

The pair travelled at an easy lope, purposeful in the relatively straight path they took toward their objective. Coming upon the den, Taggarik moved ahead of his subordinate, but his approach was cautious. His nose worked to discern the scents around them, and his ears swivelled to catch the smallest of sounds.

He knew mother bears were nothing to trifle with, so his muscles were tense and prepared to flee if he met a mad face as he went to peer into the den...