Emberwood he hides behind his cigarette, lets the smoke linger by his lips

Kavik had been looking closely. They sought to claim these woods, and he took his new responsibility seriously. So when he noticed the paw prints by the river, he had started to explore in the direction they pointed. A tuff of fur gave him the scent he was looking for, and he searched the forest floor for a trail that might lead him to whomever was here. When he finally found what he was looking for, he followed it for what felt like miles, stopping every so often to pause and look around when a noise pulled his attention from his search. Once refocused on the trail, he continued to follow it, weaving between trees and over a large, fallen tree. The longer he followed the trail, the fresher and more clear it became, and there was no way he would give up now. 

As he drew close to her camp, the scent of food hit him first. Deer was most notable, and his mouth watered in response; it had been so long since he had eaten anything more than a rabbit, bird, or vole, and the scent was almost intoxicating even if it didn't smell fresh. Another scent caught his attention: herbs. He knew that scent well, and wondered how successful this wolf had been in finding plants lately. Finally, he scented a woman—a stranger, and he entered her camp slowly, staying close to the outskirts as he watched her working on her kill. A low chuff left his chest, and then he waited for her to respond. She appeared to have made a small home here, and he wondered how much trouble she would give them when he told her of his pack's plans to move into this forest.