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'What on Earth are those ducks screeching about?' Beckett thought to himself grumpily, padding through the dense wooded area at a casual pace. The older wolf hadn't gotten much sleep the night previous due to his wild goose chase involving a rumored human camp he was searching for. The little bastard who had given him the bad information was long gone by the time Beckett had made it back to camp. 'I swear if I find that guy I'm going to rip him a new one.' Stepping out of the forest into a clearing, his nose was hit with a musky stench; the smell of vomit and some other foul liquid. It obviously wasn't natural. But that wasn't important as his attentions were turned to another disturbance. The sound of water splashing and more water fowl beating their wings in a cacophony of sound.

A quick visual assessment had Beckett find the source of this commotion; A wolf was thrashing around in the stagnant waters just a few yards in front of him. Jogging up to the waterline for a better view, he could finally make out the features on this young wolf. He was much younger than Beckett, and had a rusty red coat. It kind of reminded the large wolf of his younger brother. Still thrashing about in the shallow water, Beckett barked to get his attention, "Hey hey HEY! Buddy! Relax! What the hell's up with all the racket? You got somethin' wrong with you or what?"