Sun Mote Copse The end of Troy.

He hadn't meant to follow them home or nothin', but with the way their encounter had gone the last time Yutani felt it was his duty to keep tabs and make sure everything was hunky-dory with the weird sisters. That was a hell of a lover's spat to run in to; more importantly though, Yutani wanted to scope out the surrounding territories in case he could make use of their resources. Multiple birds, one stone, whatever.

It had been easy enough to follow the pair back to their home; they had stopped a ways back to tend to the dark woman's ass, and then passed over the obvious territory markers. All Yutani had to do was follow the alluring smell of the woman's heat mixed with her fresh blood. The days passed, he lurked like a creep just out of sight, and the scents faded. The border markers were like a wall of heavy scents and he could not pick out the woman's scent from the mess of it.

So instead of doing the normal thing and calling for an audience, or waiting to be intercepted by a patrol, Yutani took to scouring the surrounding territories. He visited the border of the claim every few days on the off-chance he'd encounter the angry bitch, or the wounded bitch, or some other bitch, all of which he would have happily conversed with just to dull the ache of his solitude.

When the vaguely familiar scent of the wounded woman caught on the wind and drew towards him, he was curious and surprised, and began to slink towards the borderlands again to chance fate. He wormed his way across the border on a few occasions where it was thin but did not penetrate too far (girls never liked it when you did that), and stopped when he spotted the shape of a wolf trying to adjust against the ground, and to be safe he withdrew a few feet so the border was still between them.

Hey! He called out to her, spooking something out of the tree beside him, not sure if she would hear him (she wouldn't).