Porcupine Ridge Or else you'll never know

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caiaphas could sense the immersive excitement devin possessed. while she knew little of the wolf's inner thoughts, she could detract from the pale wolf's demeanor that this was a much-relished endeavor. she kept her pace clipped -- they moved at a brisk and ground covering stride and at intervals, paused to inspect various and sundry scent markers.

like devin caiaphas had noticed the stale signs of settlement -- there were small footpaths with new growth, old and sun-dried deposits of scat. she lifted her muzzle and scented the air; she could not scent any recent markings. "seems it." she concurred, picking her way towards what appeared to be a slightly regrown deer-path. "wonder if the famine drove them out." the siren queen mused aloud, feeling a certain sense of snide entitlement and superiority that the saltwinter wolves had survived while these bygone wolves had not.