Gyrfalcon's Keep It's always home again

Balder would have preferred to play with his siblings, or box with his Dad- but when his Mom said that she had a job for him to do, and had picked him to do it, he obeyed, short, dark tail waving. Their course took them down the slope and toward the borders where the foothills wound through woodlands, and the evergreen provided shelter from the wind and shade from the sun. 

He sniffed along, curious to know what all of the scents were as they were pointed out. Now, he simply had to memorize which scent was what, and which scent was important to follow. He began to gather that wolf scents, so long as they belonged to the pack, were alright. Wolf scents belonging to strangers were not alright- but that prey was welcome to come across the borders as it liked. 

His mother paused, and called to him to stop. On the wind, he scented another wolf- one he didn't recognize. He growled softly, but was surprised into silence when his mother suddenly called out, in a welcoming tone. Curious, he waited by her side, wondering who it was she'd smelled, and why that wolf was being welcomed so warmly.