Redtail Rise Mama Leone left a note on the door

The fact that other wolves inhabited this space did little to dissuade Glawackus, who had always been described as headstrong, and even if that meant stupid he liked to think it meant brave. Who else was willing to take the more dangerous risks? No risk, no reward - that's what he believed! If you didn't fight for something, what was the point?

These were the thoughts that kept him motivated as he wove across the obvious border. He'd come this way because he could smell others; the chances of finding a quick meal were higher when other wolves were around, even if it meant pilfering a cache. He could get in and out quickly - again, that was his bravery talking. 

There was someone else here, too. He'd watched them from down-wind until the coast was clear, and then cut across. He was quick but not subtle, and was focused on a patch of freshly scraped dirt he'd assessed as a decent target.