Dragoncrest Cliffs [Mudwallow Lowlands] Tresspasser

Did his nose not work? Well, he almost supposed it didn't, but he had smelt the packs scent, though he mistook it for a border he hadn't cross, which now he knew he had. He glanced down, tail curling into his belly as he awaited the wolf's next words.

She spoke again, this time she had less of a bite to her words, yet she spoke with command. He heard her stop, and so he came forward slowly. He felt his paws dirty up again, causing him to flinch with each step.

"Yes ma'am" He complied, voice soft with uncertainty and fear. Angler was hopeful this would go well, but he felt like he'd leave with a nicked ear.