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He trailed after the scent that drifted to him with the cool wind. Autumn came with a growing chill, and the leaves had begun their transformation. Soon, the nights would become heavy with frost, and winter would bring the death of the greenery for months to come. His breath unfurled in the air – wisped smoke that only further foretold winter’s grasp.
 
His dark form was quick – and as he came upon the wolf he did not recognize, his fiery eyes roved the pale she-wolf, noting that she moved away from the lands – they had not laid official claim yet, but he was protective of the forest they sought to call their own. Still, he would give her the benefit of the doubt and assume the faint marks she had passed had simply been missed. “Are you lost?” He called out to her, moving swiftly forward while lifting himself in an arc of dominance. He had only managed to gain a few followers – but he was confident they would become a true pack before the first snow blanketed the ground.