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Wallace had no couple and his territory had not been officially claimed, so he allowed himself certain… liberties. He had walked for some time until he reached that place. The encounter with a pack from Greatwater Lake had left him thinking.

He then caught the scent of a rabbit and followed the trail, but had to stop when he saw another wolf. He wasn't far away, but the stranger was so intent on hunting the rabbit that he didn't seem to notice Wallace. The orange-furred wolf lifted its muzzle from him and sniffed. The stranger was a male, and he was two or three years old. Wallace was curious and crouched down as he looked at the other wolf.

Wallace rose with a startled cry as the gray wolf slipped. He felt a chill and instinctively tried to help him. However, the other wolf went down and Wallace sighed with relief to see it stop soon after. Wallace walked over to the rabbit, sniffed at it, and grabbed it with his nose. Then he turned to where he had slipped on the wolf and stepped down very carefully, putting one paw in front of the other as he leered at the wolf.

He released the rabbit before lowering himself completely and looking at the gray wolf. "I think you dropped something," he said, trying not to sound threatening or weak in an attempt to remain neutral. It would be foolish to fight in such an unstable place, but Wallace wagged his tail to let him know that even though he didn't want to fight, he would defend himself if necessary.