Hoshor Plains tsujigiri

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The scent of wolves wafted slow over the fields. He thought that if he could find the nameless boy again, he would tell his tenuous compatriot about this nascent group. (Little did Gavrel know, Drusk had been wounded at an altercation near this very pack's borders.)

He doubted that there were many of them -- the smell was thin in numbers and the borders felt almost porous. He might have been a fool, but he was not suicidal and so did not test them.

When he caught a glimpse of the dark knife-blade of a man, he hung back and projected a low rumble through the whispering chaff, ruffled by a passing breeze.