Firefly Ravine the north remembers

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Atshen was absorbed in the scents of the territory as the pale-haired Kru cleared the land that laid between them. An exotic scent wafted by the midnight-haired Silencer as he contemplated where he was, and soon enough Atshen realized that the newer scent was becoming stronger with every moment that passed. Turning his attention to the barren territory before him, the easily Silencer caught sight of the other's nearing form. Out of instinct, he stiffened and raised himself to full height, mirroring his brother's motion. 

At first glance, Atshen had been convinced that it had been his father prowling towards him, yet, upon further inspection, it appeared as though this was not the case. Atshen realized quickly that the main giveaway was that this wolf did not smell of the forest. Instead, this male's odor embodied of the coast-- a scent that Atshen had not yet sampled. He gave the air a sniff again as if committing the scent with the area. 

A dark line formed on Atshen's brow as Xan called in his direction. Being one never really to answer a stranger's question outright, the child took a bold step towards Xan and lifted his tail. "Who are you?" He asked in his characteristic monotone.