Stone Circle "Swing for the fences, son." he must have told you once.

North of the meadow where Illidan had once escorted him there was a forest. Glaucos was a bit more confident about adventures now that he'd passed the first test (venturing beyond the limits of Ursus' border) so on a day that was clear and bright, with no adults in sight, he thought he'd test those limits again. He was quick to scuttle across the border and in to the meadow; tail tucked the entire way, ears flat upon his head, he looked like a slippery little thief trying to escape judgement. From there he moved north towards the forest.

The trees were lovely; he liked the shapes their branches made in the dark, the way the light passed through them, and the layers of wild scent criss-crossing the earth at their bases. He tracked one smell for an hour but his attention waned when the trail led him nowhere, and veered in another direction. Along the eastern edge of the grove was a wolf scent he had never encountered before.

There was an arid quality to it. It wasn't as muddy a scent as those of Ursus, clean and sharp with minerality; not that Glaucos could parse such specifics. It was different, that was what intrigued him. It was also very strong, winding away from the trees and out, to where the afternoon sun touched upon a patch of exposed hill.