The Tangle You'll never be what is in your heart.

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The sea breeze had treated him well, chilly as it was, toying with the long, thick tresses of hair that dangled from his frame. His fur was still fairly ruffled when he made his way further inland, away from the coastline and skirting the borders of a pack he'd happened upon. Naturally, he gave it space, not wanting to trespass or upset the locals; it would be against his own moral code to upset wolves who had a pack, so long as they were of a peaceful sort. This being as it was, he was puzzled to find himself crossing the trail of a much younger wolf who was wandering further away from the pack's borders. Concerned, he followed along, until he caught sight of the young fellow sniffing his way away from his own packlands. 

"Excuse me, young Squire?" He called out, coming to a standstill so that the youth wouldn't be frightened by his appearance. Had he been close enough, he would have towered over the adolescent, even without squaring his shoulders and straightening up. He didn't ask anything further- merely waiting to catch the young fellow's attention without scaring him off.