Sunset Valley hell is on hold

Zephyr was doing what Zephyr did best: Adventure. The massive ebony male trotted quietly through the dead of night, sniffing around. If he ever wanted to rule again, his first order of business was to scout out a home. Second should be finding wolves to befriend and trust in him to lead, and to follow. If not then, well, friends would be just as important whether they followed him as an alpha or not. He liked the territory of Seadog already, but he knew he would soon be unable to FOLLOW anymore. A scent of a male drew him in one direction, grassy eyes friendly and tail wagging as he chuffed out a greeting into the darkness and then listening for a reaction. A friend, perhaps, or an enemy?