Blackfeather Woods fight fire with fire

It did not surprise him when he was finally found out, but the creature that found him did not appear well suited to the environment. They were pale, almost as pale as a fresh snowfall, and reminded him again of the north. Their scent wafted to Tulimaq through the trees just shy of his voice, and when that voice came Tulimaq paused; he looked to the stranger and then, feigning ignorance, around himself as if he had been caught completely by surprise.

His brow creased. It was this stranger's scent that had been dabbling through the trees, his marks on unseen borders. They were the freshest. Was he laying claim to the forest or was he merely a pawn to someone stronger - someone more challenging to face off against? Tulimaq had no knowledge of this pack beyond what the traveler had told him, and had expected more than one worthy opponent to surface.

He did not know that the pack that lived in the wood was in trouble, that their numbers were fluctuating, nor that their masters were either absent (in the case of Kove, often deep in the forest) or dying (in the case of Relmyna). All he saw was this solitary ghost among the black trees, and as intrigued as Tulimaq was by their relative health and evident strength, it wasn't that impressive.

Calling for who? He queried with a light tone, as you might expect from someone who accidentally knocked on the wrong apartment door.