Panther Park I am that technology now.

Enter Mag and Raindrop.

How rude! Raindrop, thought to herself. Being that she was not familiar with the rest of the territory, and that she was hungry, she followed him. When they got to where they were going, she stopped to sniff the air. No scent on the wind, but then she checked the ground.  When she discovered an older scent trail, she questioned this wolfs judgment. “Do you know if this is claimed territory —“  she paused quickly, realizing that she had an asked his name. “I believe we forgot to introduce ourselves. I am raindrop, what is your name?”

The male doesn't answer her. Instead he stands, ears pointed high on his head and swiveling with each noise in the environment around them. Shushing her so as to hear more adeptly. The scent of a fresh kill had caught his attention, however it was paired with that of a wolf. A pack wolf. For him, this wasn't much to worry about, all fair game actually when it came down to it. So he headed towards the trail, sniffing the subject of interest out as he went. Should she falter, he would continue. It was up to her to weigh the risks and benefits for herself.