Wapun Meadow endure and survive

(Rainier is snoopin'. All welcome.)

They'd made a plan to meet back up at Duck Lake by sundown, which gave him roughly three hours to glean as much information as he could from the locals. Though he was justifiably nervous about approaching a foreign pack's borders, he knew he would have less of a chance at making a positive impression if he brought Carolina along. As resourceful as she was, she was utter shit at social interactions. He didn't hold it against her; he had a pretty good idea as to why she was so abnormal in that regard, but he never really found it prudent to bring up in conversation.

The young Rainier soon came across the distinct scent of wolf piss, and grimaced. He was never fond of being sent on border patrol, but saw the merit in it. Ears turned up, he sniffed at the tuft of grass and found this pack was headed by a dominant female, older than he was. But he wasn't experienced enough to assume much more than that. He didn't dare cross, out of fear for his own hide and respect for others. He turned and trotted in the opposite direction, putting some distance between himself and the pack boundaries before raising his voice to the wind in a gentle alert to those within.