Redhawk Caldera fikon

Elwood had noticed the new scents peppered throughout the territory, and his interest was piqued. With winter beginning to extend its icy grip, it made sense that there were more wolves seeking shelter from the elements. A larger pack meant help with hunting, caching, and guarding the territory -- but it also meant more mouths to feed. Despite the fact that he had not even been a member for two whole months, he still felt a little possessive and concerned, and wanted to seek out the newcomers and meet them himself.

During his morning rounds, he struck the scent of one such subordinate and began to track her. She wasn't hard to find; her trail led him along the base of the mountain, where she appeared to be scouting. As he approached her, he noted her dark fur and the peculiar white sock creeping up her hind leg. "Hey, newbie," he called amiably, approaching her with a friendly countenance as his paws crunched through the snow.