A New Home

"Oh so it's like hell then." he said simply. The dark brown wolf looked around the cave, searching for a good spot to set up a den. "Don't worry about that. I was actually thinking of making an area for myself here, or nearby. Unless, you already live in the vicinity." He knew where the little toxicologist made her den. Her scent always led to the same spot, a boulder, where a cave entrance hid behind. Clever little thing.

But it wasn't like he was stalking her or anything. He just knew where all of the pack denned. That is, if they have one. Some of the newer wolves such as himself didn't have a den yet. But once they did, he would know where it lay.