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Each night for the last three days, Lycabas followed the telltale signs of a pack on the move.

At first it was out of sheer curiosity, though he fell far behind as he lost them at the rivercross along the coast. It took him a while to figure out a way across without swimming, but as he continued eastward, it was fairly easy to pick up their tracks again.

Now, he followed them out of utility. He crossed plain and field, forest and ridges, in his pursuit of them; the only thing keeping him going were the leftovers the travelers had to abandon as they went. In those three days, he didn’t have to hunt for himself. Only for the wolves preceding him by many miles. It was fortuitous in more ways than one, as he did not need to travel exclusively at night, given the overcast season.

Once at the rise, Lycabas immediately retreated from the pack’s borderscent. He had learned the hard way never to cross such a boundary. A hidden scar upon his shoulder sang its ghostly ache, reminding him. He retraced his own path, until he was half a mile away, then he howled, low and questioning, requesting to come nearer.