Porcupine Ridge One Step Closer To The Edge

Probably because he was unconsciously paranoid of their return, Warbone spent a lot of time in or near the former home of the Ridge wolves, keen on knowing that no wolf lingered in the crevices, and that there were no secrets kept among the porcupines. He lumbered along the edge of the territory, keeping the vale within the sweep of his sight as he moved. A tall, black figure loomed ahead, large enough to give most other pause— but Warbone approached with conviction, egaer to tell the stranger he should move on.

He didn't recognize the scent of the wolf he had met briefly before on two occasions, but as he came closer, he found himself remembering his features; a fact that staved any violence he might have had prepared for a stranger. Ascending, he drew near enough to be seen fully and then stopped to posture himself in a way that suggested the black wolf respectfully approach or immediately take his leave.