Mudminnow River small sacred kisses

terance did not mean to follow merrick. he had left of his own accord, following a scent trail that ultimately went stale-- terance was not a trained, tactile hunter, afterall. but when he scented the boy, he decided to see where he had gone. perhaps it came across as helicopter-y, but terance had only viewed it as a coincidence. 

but, then, when he got closer, terance realized there was another wolf present... a familiar scent, but not now he could put his paw on... not until he saw the black-footed male with his own eyes. merrick was there as well, and terance regarded him with a kind smile and a dip of his head, before he turned to gannet with the same expression-- though it held shock as well. "gannet," he woofed, ears pressed forwards, "you are far from moonspear."