Hoshor Plains i've been running all my life

The boy hadn't been tracking scents for long when he came upon something familiar. For several beats, he couldn't place it. He paused, lifting his head to survey the area around him— wait.
Alarian knew that scent— it was impossible, unthinkable, but he knew this wolf. His breath halted, heart skipping erratically until it lodged heavily in his throat. No, no, no. He turned slowly to find the source of the scent, hackles rising instinctively.
Oh, shit.