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It had been little time sine his encounter with the moonspear folk and the warrior had departed the scene shortlay after the two had bade their farewells. Upon skirting the edges of a thick woodland, the darkly draped male had found himself in a meadow, it's grasses wilting and subdued but, nevertheless, it was certain this spot would have been vibrant with colour during the warmer months. Probably holding the capacity to provide surrounding hunters with a supply of rodents, of which the man was fond of.

But now it seemed the place was a barren land, and the brute would prove this by dropping his skullage to the ground and drinking in what trails where available. To his surprise, he caught the familiar stench of another wolf, fresh and close until sight deemed the finding true; a dark figure amongst the brush. It was too far away to determine much, too hidden to prove colouration or to communicate without shouting and so Aurelius swept closer, ears pricked for any sign that this stranger had noticed him.