Felltree Marsh I didn't even realize I returned

His hunting had taken him beyond the borders of the Rise. Sylvan didn't often depart pack lands; he'd been too focused on the trail, until he'd lost it among the snow. But he was in no hurry to return. It would be good to familiarize himself with the surrounding land.

Unfortunately, that meant a marsh. It meant that his slow trek through the wetland took him directly into the path of another wolf, a stranger. Sylvan halted where he stood on a small, semi-dry patch of dirt, chuffing to announce himself.