Fox's Glade and I don't feel no remorse, and you can't see past my blinders

After all the happenings as of late and the feeling of wrongness that had settled over him, he'd begun to patrol outside the territory of Bearclaw Valley. He carried Onyx's scent and that of the pack upon his fur heavily to alert any loner that approached that he was a pack wolf. As he entered the hollow, the gentle breeze blew to him a scent of a female. It held familiar undertones and he breathed it in, immediately on guard though he stepped forward to follow it. Ahead he spotted the shadow furred girl shaking out her pelt beside a carcass holding little more than bare bones. Giving a low whuff to announce himself he continued forward, not able to place how he knew the scent quite yet.