Raven's Watch from the ashes

Vlad had mixed up right and left somewhere near Blackbeak Bluff. His sense of time and smell seized the opportunity to mess with him by switching off, and all of a sudden he was standing near a river he had never seen before, miles from his intended destination. Not ideal.

Even less ideal was the presence of another wolf. The scent of dry blood was heavy upon him, and Vlad - with no way of knowing it was from Maksim's own wounds - was seized by full Grandpa Paranoia™. The world was full of baby-eaters, pup-pulverizers, and wolves that said "let me curate this space" unironically at the start of meetings - and it was up to Vlad to banish these demons. He was a grendpa now.

"'ey!" he barked, waving his whiskery snout in Maksim's direction from a distance that was safe for them both. "Vat ees blood? Ees from bebe?" Of course it was.