Cedar Sweep Bloodspatter

He came swift, a curt declination of his muzzle eagerly presented before the Warchief. This was the first he'd seen of the pale maiden since the departure for the whelp hunt.

I follow where you lead. The hound answered, not a second of hesitation to be detected. 

This would allow them both a chance to see the growth of their territory, as well as time to catch up.