Broken Antler Fen Not your alpha, but I look like him.

Burke noticed there had been a pack settled here, curiously so. He didn't know that there had been a pack one day travel away from his previous home. He couldn't deny that the location would be plentiful if the famine hadn't happened. The male edged closer, careful. After all he was a lone wolf now and he needed his family to provide for. Yet, living in Black Feather Woods for 1,5 year meant that his scent did not fade easily. The strong scent of the swamp that was connected to those woods would probably go away with the next shedding.

Still the male was curious who had settled here. The large male approached the borders, sniffing the air. It was familiar in a way, though he could not placed it. Burke stepped closer to try and sniff one of the scent marks. He was not sure what to think of this pack or if it was hostile or not. He did not know that it was actually the pack of his son that had settled here.