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He left alone the bone he was gnawing on and trotted happily toward his mother's call, though he grew more wary as he approached. There was another scent with hers, and as he burst through the brush, his eyes narrowed at the sight of the unfamiliar wolf.

Who you?! Killer barked interrogatively, slipping between Fennec and the stranger. His golden gaze was curious but sharp, dressing down the man with no hesitation.

He was bulky and brown, not reminding Killdeer of anyone all too much, but his myriad scars were quite interesting. He glanced over them, following their jagged curves. He'd been bit a little hard by Cackle the other day, and thought it might scar over, but no dice. He'd have to wait a little longer for battle souvenirs.