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It was with thinly veiled interest that Floki trailed the wolf. His intentions were not to offend or get under his skin; rather, he was curious and perhaps a little wary. He paused here and there along the way, keeping the mountain's familiar slope at his shoulder as they moved around its circumference. Aside from the first stop, he did not empty his bladder any further. He sniffed at the markings previously left by Charon and Amekaze, pleased with the thickness of the scents that marked their borders.

But his attention was immediately drawn when the male suddenly threw himself to the ground, rubbing himself vigorously against the spring grass. Floki frowned, circling closer without invading his reluctant companion's space. With a flare of his nostrils, he inhaled Amekaze's distinct odor. For now, he kept his expression carefully blank, turning one ear towards the older wolf as he moved a few paces ahead.