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He followed his nose at first, then spotted them still tucked at the bottom of the northern slope. They were scattered on the rocky ground, many prostrate but a few milling about and keeping watch. Cambria crouched behind a rocky outcropping and settled his belly close to the ground to observe them. He knew it was too chancy to hunt solo, though he kept his senses attuned in case an opportunity presented itself…

An ear twitched backward at the faintest noise behind him. The yearling whipped his head around, eyes widening at the sight of a wolf stalking closer. Cambria’s fur prickled as he swung his body around to properly face the stranger. His mismatched eyes went even wider as he did a visual assessment, noticing the other canine’s peculiar features, particularly his narrow snout.

After a tense pause, Cambria pointed a foreleg behind the other man and mouthed two words: “That way.” Although he wasn’t actively hunting the pigs, he didn’t want to take any risks by disturbing them. He took a single pointed step closer to the stranger, hoping to shuffle him away from the sounder’s rest stop.