Wapun Meadow Boom.

Stale. Stale. Stale. All these scents were stale— except...

West turned as a chuff sounded, the all too familiar pack scent drifting along the wind with the greeting. Fur bristled along his spine as eyes of green landed upon the smaller male. He did not appear to be a threat, he had greeted him first, and one leg was held in an awkward fashion...but that did not mean he was not still dangerous.

The woman that wrongly crossed his land was also small and perhaps if he had met her out here he would have found her harmless too, but her intentions were dark. Their pack seemed to only take and take with no concern for the world around them...so West would take too. The woodland boy stomped closer, his head raised to intimidate the other in hopes of thwarting any plots against him.

Maybe it was wrong of him, after all the other boy hadn't done anything. The doubts would linger in the back of his mind as he stood before the other, but a louder voice nagged him that they were all the same, What pack are you from? He never had a name to place with the troublemakers, but if he was willing to cooperate maybe West would find his answers.