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The stranger made no reply (not counting his understandable warning growl), but after a momentary pause, he began exhibiting clear tracking behaviors. Hey! Tambourine thought loudly, bounding after the other male. That's my trail! His possessive thoughts took him by surprise, even causing him to stop short and blink at himself. Wha? But then the other wolf began gaining ground on him again and Tambourine surged forward again.

"What is it?" he wondered even as he caught up to the stranger. He usually loved meeting new folks, though the sideways glance he gave the other male was filled with an uncharacteristic scrutiny. He was larger than Tambourine, yet he looked a little underfed. Surely the yearling could take him in a fight... although why was he thinking about fighting?! He'd never picked one in his life!