Emberwood i’m going to steal the declaration of independence

Constantine wasn’t keen on traveling far outside of their pack lands, but he was intent to trace the migration of the herds. That, and it certainly didn’t hurt to familiarize himself with the surrounding lands, especially to see if they had any close neighbours. The pack had been in such a rush to settle, they had done little scouting – and now that Durnehviir had delivered their puppies, he could feel the unease of the unknown stirring him on.
 
With a kiss to his mate’s forehead and an explanation that he would not be gone long, the swarthy wolf slipped past their well-marked borders, his movement swift with the intent to keep his promise to his mate and return home to her and their four pups before the moon would descend to another day.
 
For now, the sun shone brightly, instilling a certain level of peace upon the wood he trailed back to. They had come this way, but his exploration of the forest had been very little, given his desire to remain close to Durnehviir’s side. Now, as his nose traced the potential trail of deer, it was the vision of black and silver that caused him to glance sharply up, noting that another wolf moved not far in the distance. He stilled, his tail curling idly in the warm air behind him, debating on whether to query the stranger or not.