Cricket Creek Bog Nocturnal animals.

Gonna play this like he's joined FB but being vague.

The wolf had been prowling through the territory on a hunt of his own, eager to find a job to do that would keep him out of everyone's way while he recovered fully from the bear attack. His trail led away from the claim due to his natural wanderlust, but Larus had been trailing one of the border scents in order to keep from getting lost. He had inadvertently been following one of his superiors; paired with the aroma of the bog, it had seemed much weaker.

But then there was a cacophonous sound bludgeoning the air, a flurry of movement ahead as birds erupted in fright, and Larus watched the chaos for a moment without knowing what was going on — until he smelled it. A pungent musk that drew him closer and closer. He looked around for whoever or whatever had made that bizarre sound but even as he did that, he slowly forgot why he had roamed out here to begin with. The scent wasn't particularly good; it was alluring in a basic, bestial sense.

A few seconds later and Larus spotted the pair. A ginger with her teeth shining in the spring light, facing off against an oddly patterned woman; he sniffed the air and tensed, unsure of what to make of it, and that was the last thing he would remember. Larus was growing more intoxicated by the moment. He stalked closer, feeling hot and bothered, and turned a grimace of teeth towards the ginger - rounding upon the two of them yet finding himself growing possessive of the black coated woman.