Altar of Twilight evergreen

The calls of a hoarse voice were not easy to miss, unless one intentionally blocked them out. The warrior had heard the sound in his scouting, had turned his russet ears to the sound of it and prowled in that direction until he had found the scent of another wolf was much too strong to have been left behind.

Foxfur chuffed out a greeting, hoping that he would not frighten the figure who was huddled beneath the protection of a large boulder. Are you injured? the warrior inquired carefully, his posture guarded.