Lost Creek Hollow No Where to go

After patrolling the borders with his son, Mawk had decided to take a small trip out of the territory. Not that far, no, but he wanted to get out and explore for a while. Scouting was one of his passions, and although he was glad his family had found a nice place to settle down in while the children grew, he still wanted to be able to do one of the things he loved. Since being at Easthollow he'd busied himself with the mercenary duties - daily patrolling especially. Which, of course, he also enjoyed, but scouting was his favourite - it always had been. Settling down in one set place was difficult - but then again he liked Easthollow and didn't intend to leave. While in the pack he could still explore, just not to the extent that he had once done.

The scent of another wolf caught his attention and he broke out of his thoughts, ears perking forward as he approached. The figure, it seemed, was not too far away. He halted where he was, giving a small wag of his tail and padding forward, closer to the stranger. He was cautious, he always was, but meeting someone new was usually quite pleasant. "Hello," He called, walking close enough to speak at last.