Ghost Lion Crag I should have known

he doesn't normally go this way; he tells himself it's an attempt at looking for cam, to mollify ibis, though the boy is nigh untraceable by now, and okeanos still doesn't think it's his place to try and find him, anyway. still: the forest feels awkward right now, and if nothing else, maybe he can try and recruit some to their cause. 

as is usual, he does, eventually, come upon the scent of another -- but the scent is of a pack: the layered traces of marked borders and other wolves a giveaway. it is not a pack-scent he recognizes. perhaps an opportunity to learn about any potential neighbors, okeanos thinks, and lets himself step into sight, his expression friendly. "hallo," he calls, "i'm  not intruding on anything, am i?" there's no border near he can smell, but -- better to be polite and safe than reckless and chewed up, one thinks.