Sun Mote Copse Tiny moving parts

Tulimaq was returning from a morning run of the borders; he'd woken up at first light and gotten to work, as was his way. By the time he heard the howling voice of the Sovereign he was partway through a second round through the forest. He deviated his path and came towards the source with his senses on high alert (despite the lack of urgency in the voice he'd heard), and drifted through the copse until he spotted Wildfire. She was standing outside of a hollow in the earth wrought with tree roots; it looked like it could've been a badger's set or some sort of den, but certainly wasn't suited for any wolf. Then again, he was comparing the size of the opening to his beefy self. When the scent of Wildfire proved to be more pungent than any vermin however, Tulimaq realized it wasn't a small animal den after all — but why did she call, if not to hunt?