Otatso Wetlands sandhill

Gonna say this is set while Tybault is missing from the pack!

It was a sight of a wolf among the birds which finally pulled him from his blind panic. Tybault halted where he stood, only studying the figure from a distance for a time. A wolf, or... not quite a wolf? All he knew for sure was that the stranger was a man, and that he was fishing.

He approached in a wide arc around the pale figure, allowing him and his kill a respectful berth. The last thing he needed was to get into a fight. To draw more blood. At that thought Tybault sucked in a sharp breath and looked away, perhaps trying to pretend he hadn't noticed the other man. Poorly.