Snowforest Taiga i'll see you again

Warlock headed to the border on the trail of a moose that had recently traipsed through his home. It had lingered around and enjoyed browsing before now heading out towards the north hours before. It wasn't too likely they were going to hunt the moose right now -- he was pretty sure Arbiter would prefer some greater numbers of wolves -- but he wanted to keep an eye on it just in case it got sick or something. If it died, free food, duh.

He loped forward up to the border and slightly past, nostrils flaring as he scanned the far distance for any sign of a large brown blob moving along. Not within sight, seemed like. Oh well. Maybe it'd come back. He shook out his fur, turned, and that's when he spotted a silver figure going along the territory line. Warlock's ears pricked forward. Uh. They hadn't called, had they? For a moment he wondered if it was a child -- oversized ears and small size, after all -- but on second glance that didn't seem quite right. He turned and trotted that way to intercept. For once, he wasn't absolutely terrified of the stranger -- even though Warlock still often thought of himself as smaller than he was, he was undoubtedly bigger and that made him feel kind of safe at least. Hey, was his incredibly neutral call.