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Vein was used to smelling for blood or blood born illnesses and infections. He was not adept at sniffing out prey or other wolves beyond what he could see, a scout he was not. In fact wandering this far from his home base was definitely out of character for him. Though nothing was out of character should her find a rare herb, he’d go to any lengths for a plant.

To this end he was almost unto of the other wolf before he noticed him and he paused rocking back onto his butt and resting comfortably attempting to show the other that he was relaxed and not interested in a fight.

His deep rich baritone broke the peace of the night, and he sought to be the ever polite gentleman “Hello There, I am Vein. A fine night isn’t it” He casually turned his attention upward toward the moon before returning it to the other with an amicable smile upon his maw.