Bramblepoint Apples for a Doe Doe

He had begun to rip into the belly of his prey when a strange scent introduced itself into the mix. It was not the dear, or the many berries and applies, it was another wolf. But there was something off about the smell and yet slightly familiar. It reminded him of the innate feminine scent of his home pack mates, but... there was something else, something he was unfamiliar with. It also differed from the creature he had encountered a few days prior.

Scanning the area caught a glimpse of a reddish wolf lingering in the bushes. Blood from his meal had messyed his muzzle as he locked eyes with the stranger. "Good Day..." he said in a neutral tone in his deep voice.