Chimera Fields out there

The kid was quick. That was the excuse Blackbear planned on giving the family if he ever had to answer for his nephew's whereabouts. Never mind that he knew — generally — where the younger boy was heading and that, actually, they'd exchanged several howls before Katmai had turned one way and Blackbear had turned another.

He was sure they'd meet again.

Eventually.

He was also sure that there were far more interesting things afoot here. Far more interesting scents, at least. Blackbear skulked around the outermost edges of the two nearest claims, hoping no one would fault him for drawing so very near. Envoys were almost always welcome in his own homeland, but he'd been told that not all packs were so warm or inviting.

Most especially, he had been told that rovers were often unwelcome visitors, and that some packs guarded their daughters as if a dragon might carry them off mid-meal.

Blackbear had always admired dragons. Had he wings, perhaps the young women of the Teekon Wilds ought to have worried. Since he didn't, perhaps it was just their parents that ought to be concerned.

Shoulders low, the rover pressed his nose to another stranger's pawprint, taking in the foreign scents.