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The path of the bird crossed over an inky figure in the distance. Sawyer's champagne gaze locked on the unknown form and he shuffled his paws forward a few steps before halting. He wasn't certain that it was smart to go running after a stranger in the fields beyond his new home. In fact, he had not planned to stray too far from the forest at all. Turning his head back to peer at the forested pack land, he huffed a short sigh and turned back to face the soot-colored wolf of the field. 

His steady trot allowed Sawyer to close the distance between them in only a few minutes. He could already scent the other male carried the name of another pack on his dark pelt. "Hey there, partner, what brings you to this neck of the wood?" he inquired in a smooth and drawing voice. A single brow was quirked over a warm sun-touched eye.