Phantom Hollow It's been a little cold and not outside

It wasn't her.  Thank goodness.  Some other kid who didn't seem quite so aggressive, as he remembered her behavior back at Diaspora's borders.  That pack had changed enough that he didn't recognize the scent either.  At her question, he smirked, having to agree with her opinion on this place.  Certainly not one of his favorites, nor was his last encounter here.  Nah.  My forest is back there. A flick of his muzzle, back over his shoulder. Was following a rabbit, it's gone.  This place is weird like that.  Shrug.

And it was easy enough to turn the question back to her.  This was one of two areas where he was fairly sure that he wasn't gonna run into anyone -- they simply weren't pleasant. Why're you out here?  Not exactly a place to go sightseeing, and I don't... think there's any packs right nearby?  He didn't seem entirely sure about it.  Some howls had slightly shifted positions, but he hadn't exactly wandered too far to go find out exactly how much they'd shifted.  He had better things to do as long as they stayed out of his way.  The ones who stayed away were the good neighbors, and he wasn't going to risk destroying that balance.