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Ashmedai was patrolling the borders mostly because no one had told him to and he was getting slightly bored. Paws had tracked the ridges and curves of the land, familarising themselves with it, growing accustomed to the rocky terrain. A scent - male - wafted through the air and he sniffed, trained nose honing in and activating Stalk Mode in his mind.

He followed the smell to the borders - and beyond, for there, a speck against the glaring light, was a thing that could not be defined as a wolf or at least not until it came closer. "You linger rather close to the borders of these wolves." Ash called, tail raised like a mast and ears up. His tone was lazily bored, but he was on high alert. The last wolf he'd met he had to chase away, and he didn't want this wolf to do so as well. No use coming and then running.

"Name and intentions" the same, curt voice lifted away and would definitely be heard by the other wolf (if it was even a wolf). Posture dominant, but not that of a leader, Ashmedai fell silent to let the other take the stage.