Big Salmon Lake Is your tongue tied up?

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Dune was gone, Hydra was still off and about, and Gannet was having a hard time not feeling bummed about it. Maybe he was cursed. Hydra was probably maybe coming back, but Dune had vanished without warning, and suddenly another wolf he had felt a friendship with was no longer around.

He'd run a few patrols and as a result met up with @Jarilo a bit. The young wolf was good company. Other than that, however, Gannet mostly kept to himself. Those here didn't show much interest in meeting him, which was a-ok in his books for the moment. He was tracking a scent trail today and had followed it all the way to the base of the mountain; some kind of small mammal, he wasn't sure exactly, but likely good hunting practice. He had yet to attempt big game but had started taking small kills once more to contribute.

When he got to the edge of the territory, looking out on the glen, he spotted a stranger. Immediately he stiffened... he didn't mind meeting new wolves, but she was close to home, and he wasn't for sure she didn't have intrusive intentions. He stared a moment, but did not approach, instead simply watching where she went warily.