There was a loner near the borders. And it was not her loner.

A curious possessiveness rolled over the rogue, changing her direction suddenly as she paced along the borders of Fallen Tree Cove. The wind carried the scent through the pine. It was a single male, smelling only of himself. What he wanted, she could not know, but with new pups still in their natal den, the scout in training was not going to take any chances. What sort of outpost would she be, if she did not investigate that which was out of the norm?

Desideria crossed over the boundaries and did not have to travel much further to find her suspect. Curiously, the male was sprawled out on the ground, gnawing at his own hide as if he had the entire place to himself. While she was relieved to see he wasn't as massive as Anders or Kajika, the loner was still larger than himself…and possibly diseased? Did he have fleas, she wondered, watching him continue to dig at his flesh. Ears pressed backwards, she flagged her tail, indicating her position within the group as she cleared her throat.

"Uh, hi there," she rumbled, brows furrowed as she continued to study him. "You know, you're awful close to pack land for a loner. You doing okay?" While she wasn't a healer, they had two among their ranks. Young as they were, they were able to care for Namid after her birth, and she imagined the siblings could help this loner here, if he needed it. (If the alphas allowed such a thing, she realized.) Tipping her head, she inquired, "What's your name?"

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