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He wanders a slight distance further from home than usual, today, hoping to find better hunting underneath the boughs of the evergreens, the forest to the north of the Moonspear. The prince wastes no time meandering; he is there quickly, slipping between the trees more gracefully than his brutish form would suggest. His eyes are glowing orbs in the dim light; he makes out the scent of another--they will cross paths, soon enough, he thinks.

The thought is fulfilled as Llewellyn rounds a corner and sees a dark-pelted man several paces away, stalking through the woods. His nostrils flare as he takes in the unfamiliar odor surrounding him: he is not known to the golden wolf, nor the wolves he associates himself with. Still, he is wary, and draws to a halt, letting out a chuff to announce his presence--nothing more. Any warrior worth his salt would have detected Llewellyn by now, so the curt greeting is nothing more than that: a pleasantry, if slightly feral in nature.