Neverwinter Forest They didn't win another 'til 1962, the year he was discovered

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"Well for f-" 

Thinking himself some sort of unlucky homing pigeon with its tailfeathers crossed, he'd suffered a temporary blow to his confidence in his scouting abilities when he mistakenly tracked what he thought had been his sister's scent to a pack, only to find that he was wrong. So when he continued roving and found himself nearly tripping across her scent for real this time, he did a double take and had to pause for a few moments to make sure he was right this time. He zig-zagged around the area, often lifting his head to clear his nose and then return to the scent just to see that he wasn't losing his mind- and that he'd actually managed to find the scent belonging to one of his dozens of siblings. He cackled to himself. 

"Must've slept in a bed of four-leaved clovers," He muttered to himself, pleased with how he'd managed to find his way to a family member after having been so mistaken days ago. He sat down and batted a hind foot at one of his tall, sharp ears that had been tickled by a fly. A forest wouldn't be such a bad place to live- lots of hunting to be done, and that way he wouldn't just be scorching out in the sun all day during the summer, and would have some shelter from the miserable rains of spring...If he managed to stay even that long. Regardless of whatever his future would hold, he was content to sit and wait for a patroller to come his way, so he could question yet another stranger about the whereabouts of one of his sisters.