Sometimes I can be nice

Hope you don't mind me assuming the other thread still took place

FitzDutiful was on patrol that day when he stumbled across a scent. It was familiar and yet, different at the same time. There was a sense of pack and belonging upon it. On guard that another wolf was near their pack he approached cautiously, recognising the wolf in front of him.

"Well, hello there!" he exclaimed, happy to see a familiar wolf for a change. "I smell you've joined a pack now - is that so you can get help with getting thorns out of your paw?" Poor Fitz still wasn't aware that the thorn scenario had been entirely fake. Maybe that was for the best.

He wondered what pack Raissa was with now, and what she was doing outside of the Caldera lands. Hopefully it would all come to light soon.