Sunspire Mountains and they will run you down, down 'til you go

Tousaint caught wind of a band of wolves moving about in the late evening. Paranoid that it might be a raid, he had departed from his patrol so that he might investigate- and see if the wolves belonged to Muskrat and her band. He said a word to no one when he left, not wanting to cause concern or breed suspicion. 

He watched them move, realizing quickly once he found their tracks that this was not the Ridge. No- among them he found one familiar scent, and continued to pursue them out of curiosity. After all- his cousin was in their midst. This lot would be safe to approach.

But fractious, perhaps, with such a young child in their midst. 

He stepped on a twig- intentionally- to catch their intention. Fear not- I be a friend. He said, as he slipped into the moonlight. Family, to some, He said to Etienne with a toothy grin.