Times are gone for honest men

Zephyr was continuing his trek around the Sunspire, ever scoping out places he could settle a pack. He kept his senses out not only to be aware of prey and enemies, but also anyone he could befriend and convince he could be a good leader. He was still deciding a lot of things, plus was building a closer relationship with a woman back home, but he wouldn't ever be content to stay as a subordinate. The massive inky male walked along with his normal bouncy gait, friendly grassy eyes searching for anything. Wolf, prey, home, it didn't matter. Just getting to know the land was nice, to ever see the shifting landscape of the Wilds. He came across a scent, it seemed, of a female. Underlying was the scent of fox, and he wondered if it was a hunt. Excited, he wagged his tail and trotted quietly in their direction.