The Sentinels tanssi karhu

I threw him in here rather than the other since it was further along!

He moved with purpose though his mucles were positively itching for more. The way he combed the packs borders wasn't enough for the guardian - he felt he was growing stale. Perhaps it had been the weeks of moving with constant concern, with the adrenaline overloading his system until there was little else. Perhaps it was just the near dull, settled feeling here, when things had shifted and moved constantly within Poughkeepsie - if asked he could not produce a reason. 

When he spotted two packmates in his pass through the pack he approached with a nod to them both - neither of the wolves he had met before, but, at least had seen them in passing.  They were headed in the direction he had just left, and there was little that he could offer to them without knowing their purpose - or if they were even moving together.